I reloaded my revolver and heard a knock o the trucks door, so I opened and-
I then woke up from my grungy bed, sweating like a pig. I got out of bed, the cover falling off of me. I immediantly fell, as I had forgotten I had a fractured heel. As I lay there on the ground, I noticed two things; one, my door was locked, and two, my doorknob had a note on it. I slid myself across the floor slowly, and finally got there three minutes later. I reached up and snatched the note off the doorknob. I read,'' Edward, do not open your door. We had to leave you here as we explored the neighborhood for food. We don't know if any walkers could have gotten in the house, so stay in your room. We left you some food and a water bottle. Rest and don't make a sound if anything gets in the house. -The Group". I rolled over to my pack and pulled out my revolver.
LOOK AT MAH CACTI, MAH CACTI IS AMAZIN'!
Cool Story Bro!
But in all seriousness.....
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore...