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I like zombies...

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My dad came towards me and my vision blurred with the tears...
I choked on the blood in my throat, I ripped it to shreds screaming for him to stop...
I raised the sword over my head and muscled out one last scream...
He lunged for me and the heavy steel made contact with his head...
I heard the crack of his skull and felt the resistance of already congealed blood...


I was about 14 years old when I got my first sword, a Japanese katana; a maitou: a named blade...
My sword's name was "Chi" it means a great many things: Blood, Life, Soul.
All Ironic names because I would use this sword to fight for all these things.

If I had to guess I would say that i'm about 21 or 22 years old right now, I couldn't tell you for sure, no one who is still alive in this wretched world could. Not unless you were one of those putzes who's holed up in a cellar somewhere waiting for this to blow over. Maybe if you were one of them you could keep track of the days, or months, but not me, not us. The faction has more important things to keep track of then dates. It's been like that since "The Death Of Time"

Let me explain some things to you, first off let me tell you about the faction we are a group of people, who are still fighting, we still have the means and the will to live. I, Dr. Gregory Marshal, am the leader. To be honest, I'm not a doctor, I just thought it sounded cool so I took it on. I live with about 6 people, so including me, that makes 7. It's the largest group I've ever seen. First up is my right hand man Victor Heart: Some say that I am the heart of this group, but let me tell you Victors namesake isn't for nothing, he gives us all the strength to go on. Nothing can get him down. He's only about 17, but that's a man's age as far as I see. He somehow always manages to find hair products every time we raid, and his hair is by far the best looking i've ever seen, even back when other people bothered with their hair. Black, shoulder-length, and combed to the side; if you looked cool up in a dictionary, his picture would be there. His weapon of choice is a good old fashioned machete, and baby-blue eyes that send even the hoard running.

Third in command and my sultry soulmate is Nicole Hunting. Short cropped hair golden as an angel's song, eyes that shown like polished copper, and legs that go ALL the way up, she is my world now, I fight to protect her. Though she is the typical woman when it comes to certain things, she is so indecisive that Victor and I usually just end up making decisions without consulting her, for example. She is the mother of our group, and the thread that keeps the faction tied together. I'd be lost without her. Don't tell her I said this, but when she sleeps at night she sometimes talks, and it's usually about something strange like a duck killing a twinkie, I think it's adorable, but she thinks that if I ever told anyone that there would be a duck killing me.

Nicole is where the hierarchy ends and there are just members of our very exclusive group of alive people. One of our few members is gramps. He's not really a grandpa, he's actually only 36, but older than any of us, hence the nick-name. Gramps looks like he could pick a car up and crush it in his hands, but he really is a sweet guy, he's the actually doctor in our group, he's amazing. How many doctors do you know that can actually go out and pick up plants, grind them up, and make some antibiotics? Cause Gramps is the only one I can think of at the moment... then again, he's probly the only doctor alive anymore. He sort of reminds me of the African-American Hulk.

Since we live in a world where all the priests are sorta dead, there is no marriage anymore, but I suppose Aggi is Gramps' wife. Aggi is our cook, no, she is THE cook. She could cook the ugliest, fattest, meanest rat in all of Chicago, and it would have tasted like fillet of awesome... trust me... we spent a week on the outskirts of the damned city.