Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30238789-20180926095345/@comment-32545308-20180926141613

I take out the AK from the package and aim at the thin air. No one is there. I turn back and blast the nine zombies down my window.

(A while later)

Nine p.m. 10 zombies killed. How am I gonna survive? Well, things will go well tomorrow right? Why am I talking to myself? Maybe it’s because there might be that weird voice person sitting beside me. Ha ha. Goodnight, myself.

(Literally I have to go bye.)