of people die in horrible ways inspired me to join the army? Kinda nuts right?
It was the honour involved though, you know, dying for a cause, going into battle with men that were closer than brothers and knowing that most of them were not going to make it. But still… they knew that if they didn’t go….
He stops and looks at the ground shaking his head. He can hear the stampede of feet coming. Now only streets away.
What the hell is wrong with me? I need to get out of here and I’m imagining a conversation with a damn zombie about honour and brotherhood!
A scream echoes through the streets and he turns startled ready for another fight. The drones