That is right. Nine days until the anniversary of that fateful night. The night on which my life would change forever.
I'm still remembering the pain from the attack. One of the zombies bit into my wrist, smashing the bone into pieces and leaving a deep scar wound in my flesh. I keep bandages wound tightly around my hands to hide the scars.
I have to make myself ready for anything, no matter what comes.
With the artifacts I acquire, I shall be victorious.
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They call me A.
The simple words of a Soldier with a manky eye and delusions of grandeur.
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