Kill or be killed, it's as simple as that. Where ever they are I'll find my shot and take it for the world. Even if it's a memory or reflection, it's mine.

I could go on telling a story of my life, about how it sucked after the outbreak...but that wouldn't help worth a shit. So along the lines of it all we were forgotten and left to die by the world. What the hell kinda death is that though!?Why not make the best of it while you can? Stay ahead so that you don't become a monster like the rest.

Dive into whatever weather you want or can. So long as you are prepared for the harsh blares of wind and disruptive way of night to your sandcastle beach day, my only hope is that you do not get sand in your eye or down your shorts. For that you would, exasperate ,yell holler and irritate yourself to no end. I hope that you can stay and enjoy the windbreaks have to offer. Enjoy

I found a gun, I found a knife, a whip, all of which a weapon that I'll use to fight a war on two fronts. With jy life shatter and and remolded to fit another time, I peice together what is left of my mind and heart to survive in a world that would see me dead for simply existing.

It was an accident...all of it.