[ WP ] It 's been 8 months since the zombie apocalypse . You fell in with a tough as nails roughneck group . When in the city looting , you come across a scavenger . He 's your best friend from before the outbreak and your crew unanimously decides to execute him ( he is armed ) .

Savages we have become, facing an unfeeling world which coldly hunts us with impunity and reckless abandon every moment of our lives. The will to face the madness from within, these animated bags of rotted flesh that confront us at every turn have molded our approach, honed our connection with the spiritual in order to vanquish the spiritless. Savages! A pack of wolves may have more respect for the living than our group of marauders does for the dead. It is from this context then, that my swarm fell upon Lev. 
 
 He had tickets to the Clippers game and obviously invited me. Rich fool. Courtside. Billy Crystal to my left, Rihanna to his right. Lucky bastard hit the parent lotto. But not so lucky now, I think. All of them dead, and now perhaps Lev is next. I know this crew and I know who I have become for the better part of a year. For what purpose can Lev serve? A portal into the past of friendship? FRIENDSHIP? He was never a good shot and his frame is deplorable. How then, has he survived as long as we, then? No matter. Make quick work and move on. Let the others indulge in much needed blood lust. 
 
 Curses! The fool recognized me. Preying upon emotion, appealing to the sense of my humanity. If he knew my humanity was lost the day we feasted upon an 8 year old. The things we have done. FRIENDS? His cries are alien. Let us end the cavorting and journey on. This fool crossed paths with a savage. And I am not at all with remorse as I watch him fall. 
 
 Tonight, we eat well. 

