Jun 13, 2017
Nothing like the zombie apocalypse to put a damper on your goddamn day. Bellamy was sitting outside one of the many little shops, closed up now, that he had purchased for the compound recently. He wanted a coffee, but instead had a bottle of water and an automatic assault rifle by his side. When footsteps approached, he fingered one of them, your guess which one.
“If you’ve come to bitch about this, I’ll blow your head off now.”