Status: I'll get it done when I get the time
Never the Same
It wasn't the loneliness that drove me crazy.
It was the constant wishing that some day, at some time, some where I would find someone.
Someone like me.
Someone with a pack on their back, weapon in hand, and an angry face on just trying to figure their way out from this hell on earth.
It wasn't the fact that every where you go there was always the chance of becoming one of those things.
Those disgusting fuckers.
The walkers.
Hell is empty my friend, all the demons are here to fucking play.
It was the constant wishing that some day, at some time, some where I would find someone.
Someone like me.
Someone with a pack on their back, weapon in hand, and an angry face on just trying to figure their way out from this hell on earth.
It wasn't the fact that every where you go there was always the chance of becoming one of those things.
Those disgusting fuckers.
The walkers.
Hell is empty my friend, all the demons are here to fucking play.