esiry432

"As I ran down the stairs, frightened as hell that my own brother was a bloodthirsty zombie, I took my bat and swung a few times, mainly until he was down and not moving, I had not realised that I was screaming while hitting him, so when I was done, his blood splatter was in my mouth and on my face. I dropped the bat, then dropped down and started to scream and cry at the site of my own brother dead before my eyes, because of me. I stayed there for as long as I could remember just thinking of what I had done. Then I took my 9mm from my pocket, and thought about ending my life, so I wouldnt have to face any more horrific bloodshed. I stuck the