Walks like a reaper through the fields.

I got attacked a few minutes ago. A bunch of emaciated people wandered towards me zombie like and tried to grab me. I punched one in the face and his head exploded into dust. The others kept coming. They were mumbling. They were so hungry. They wanted something to eat and drink. Something like me. I destroyed them easily their bodies nothing much more than dust and psychotic determination. The fight took a lot out of me though. A lot I don't have the luxury to lose. I still have a long way to go.