I went back to my room after dealing with campus animals. I glanced outside the window which viewed the streets.
Zombies were everywhere and also blood. Screams were ringing outside like an alarm warning me to help them. But I can't. I made a vow to my wife that I would never go back to being who I really was. The explicit and gore kind of guy. I was suppose to be a soldier and my job was to protect the society until she showed up and changed a big part of me.
But what am I doing right now? Just watching people being killed outside while right here, I'm safe and sound with my broomsticks and mops. I felt anger rushing in my veins. I need to go out there but my vow is keeping me from doing so. I punched the wall and a picture dropped to the floor.
I bent down and picked it up. It was a photo of me and my comrade and there was something written on it.
"Duty is not a choice. A man is not a man if he leaves his duty behind because once you're a soldier, you're forever asoldier."
What a coincidence. That's it.
I opened my dusty cabinet which had been locked for years. Grabbed my shotgun, deagle, butterfly knives, medkit and last but not least, wore my soldier uniform. I didn't want to be a hero. No one does when you find out what it takes to become one.
Who's ready to sacrifice their loved ones?
No one, I bet except God.
When everything is ready, I stood at the door.
"I've always known this day would come."
I bust it open with one leg and stepped outside. It's been ages since I did that.
"No more janitor Knox. Come to daddy you fuckers."
