As i walk these hollow roads the only thing i know is live ,die , reincarnate. There is no green her all i want to see is a bit of color all i see is grey and red constantly. all i hear are the shrieks f the undead out side my door as look down to my and were i hold a leash to which my best would usually be. But this is not usually, usually i would be walking to school, not carrying 12 gauge in my hand, usually would be eating dinner with my family, not cleaning up blood stains from the dinning room table. So as you can see this is not usually all i am is a flower among stone
