Damien Michaels was walking down the road with everthing on his mind, and it was driving him MAD. Zombies littered the lands in the distance but they couldn't see nor smell him. Luckily, the air was still. [i]It's been like that  a lot since the beginning of this plague[/i] Damien thought, looking up at the sky. "Man, what I wouldn't give for some old tunes to kill to. I used to have a blast on Call of Duty's Nazi Zombies . . . Man what happened to the good old days." Damien stopped talking out loud and instead thought, [i]Great, now i'm talking to myself. I'm going insane![/i] Then, after a few more moments, blurted, out loud again instead of just thinking, "Why didn't I just say that part out loud! Damn, I need to run into a living person before I turn more mad than these hungry bastards."

Damien heard noise coming from a nearby car. Walking over to the noise, ready for almost anything, Damien drew his sais. He already had an amazing kill count stacked up in the real world . . . but nothing can compare you to some of the wretched odor of some of these damn zombies. After backing away from the slow-crawling/moaning zombie, Damien had to hurl once to clean his system. Then, to stop this zombie from drawing more towards him, Damien had to jump to and plunge his right sai into the once-a-man's head. 

"Well, that's another one."

[i]Fuck it, I need to be a little insane.[/i]