[ WP ] It 's becoming embarassingly apparent to everyone that you 've never actually killed a zombie before .

He could feel them watching him, sniggering as he passed. They knew. Shrugging off the stares and laughs he hiked up his shoulders and strutted with his bloody baseball bat trailing along the ground. The town guard had caught him bloodying his bat on a long dead corpse, ever since then his reputation had been down in the gutters. 
 
 Reputation was important in New Texas and your status depended heavily on how many kills you had to your name. I had, however, realised long ago that violence was not for me. Now, however, after a year of bullshitting the game was up. It was time to get a kill, a real one. 
 
 I opened the gate at midday, making sure to call people to the wall with a manly battlecry as I charged the one armed zombie that was slowly shambling towards the gate. Hefting my bat, I awkwardly slapped it, stumbling as I did so. The zombie casually shuffled towards me as I tried to poke at the thing. I managed to push it back into one of the sharpened sticks that lined the wall by dumb luck. 
 
 Smiling triumphantly I took out my knife and etched a crude `` l'' into the bat before setting down my bat and gazing into its eyes as it struggled feebly. It was beautiful really.. Deep brown eyes blotched with red and white, I could tell it had had a good dental plan too. Not to mention a risqué fashion sen- 
 
 Next thing I knew I was on the ground being feasted on by significantly less elegant or disabled zombies and soon after I was strutting around the walls of New Vagas waiting for an idiot to charge out and give me his brains. Thankfully there were quite a few of those. America had n't changed a bit.
