[ 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 ) .

My best friend Richie was a prick. A liar. A fool. I had discovered this before the outbreak even began, had cut ties. 
 
 I had done my best to make new friends, but after the first few incidents, those initial days when everyone had thought this would all blow over, I decided I could only trust those who were strong. Those who were honest. 
 
 `` Jack.. Please. We were friends, for Christ's sake. Call off your dogs!'' Richie was scared shitless. It might have had something to do with the knife I held to his throat. 
 
 `` Those are my friends now, Rich. We were friends, yes, were being the key words. And they really do n't like it when you call them dogs. These are my brothers in arms.'' I pressed the knife in a little bit harder, just to make him squirm a little. 
 
 `` What happened to you, man? You fucking changed! You turned into a goddamned psycho or something?! We knew eachother for five fucking years! Do n't do this, for the love of God!'' 
 
 `` YES! For the love of God!'' I loved mocking them. And these days, Poe was woefully underquoted. And yet the conquerer worm was never stronger. 
 
 `` Just lem me go. Please, please, fuckin' please, man!'' 
 
 `` Is that all you know how to say?'Please? Please?! Purty-fuckin'-please, with sugar on top!'. Listen, Richie. You're gon na die here. Then, we're gon na take your gear, your food, and leave you to rot. Oh, I hope you do n't mind.'' 
 
 `` No. No, no, no, you would n't do that, not to your old pal, plea-'' I cut him off, midsentence. Stuck him like a pig. 
 
 `` That was fuckin' cold, boss.'' Jimmy was a good comrade. Never lied, never broke our rules. That's why I liked him. He always spoke the truth. It was a cold world these days. 
 

