Just need to find a way to put his sharpshooting abilities to more reliable use.Ĭan’t take nothing for granted. Reckless son of a bitch if you ask me, but he’s a sure shot, and I know we’re lucky he joined us. Well, Randy walks right up to it and caves in its skull. Never seen one deterred by pain, and that’s a fact. The thing goes down, of course, but keeps on crawling. I swear he was aiming for the extremities just outta sport. Today, he used that big ole Remlinger 700 to shoot a leg and an arm off of one. If she wasn’t, who knows? I’d probably be shambling around with the rest of them.Įverybody knows Randy’s the best shot, but he’s getting cocky. Lucky for me, she was one of the slow ones. Took a bullet to the brain to finally drop her. I pumped ten bullets to the torso of that fucking waitress and she just kept coming. They say the first one’s always the worst, and I’m sure as hell not going to argue. Wasn’t too long before we got real comfortable with the term. And there ain’t no way to put one down but remove its head or destroy its brains. Like something out of a fucking horror movie, but what else would you call them? You see a man die - stone cold dead - and then get up and walk. I still remember the day we started calling them zombies. It’s crazy to think about how much things have changed. We’ve seen how they act, more instinct than thought. Later, my buddy Chuck asked the question we were all thinking: When these people die and get back up, are they still themselves? Deep inside, can they still think or feel? Do they have any choice? And did we?īut experience has answered that one, time and time again. But then it went after Shay, and I just reacted. The first time we had to put down someone we knew, I almost couldn’t do it. I just know this: so far, every one of my friends who’s died has come back. These days, ain’t like it’s easy to find someone who hasn’t been scratched or bitten at some point. He figures it’s something in the saliva or bodily fluids or some such thing. When one of us dies, we come back as one of them. Reckon I can’t think of a more bullshit situation. It starts with a single, stark fact of life: Everyone dies. Instead, what follows are the thoughts and observations of a fellow survivor in McMillanville. It’s not a catalogue of spoilers from the dev team. The unknown is part of the drama, and the seeking answers is part of the challenge. You shouldn’t feel like everything is perfectly understood. You shouldn’t go in knowing all the ins and outs. Mystery and uncertainty are a big part of the zombie canon. How dangerous is it? How can you protect yourself? We have the answers, but how much can we really say?
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