Thread: The Fallen One

He couldn't remember anything except a sudden rush of pain and darkness. Infected stayed away from him, like he wasn't human. That was weird. He had been fighting them from the first day the infection broke loose. He had escaped several places with 3 others, their names now lost.
Rain feel hard, creating puddles everywhere, soaking him. Thunder boomed in the distance. He looked around carefully, seeking a puddle to check his appearance in. Just to make sure...
He got up slowly, everywhere part of his body burned intensely. He howled in pain, sounding more animal than human, and fell face forward into a puddle of rain. Lightning flashed, illuminating his reflection for a split-second. He screamed.
There, instead of his human face, was a twisted and mangled face with pulsing green eyes. In silent horror, he checked his hands, now with razor sharp nails. He was a male witch. He smiled at the sound of that. Bet people didn't have any name for male witches, and probably the only appropriate name for him would be a b*tch.
He got up slowly, pain still there, everywhere. He walked over to his assault rifle, and strapped it to his back. From now own, the infected would have a traitor among them. Someone whom other survivor who would come to know him as The Fallen One.

i wood totally PWN your sorry ass zombies!!! chichago ted! for realz

nothing, its just your zombies are so weak and girly. being sarcastic here. the male witch, or, warlock, would be one bad ass zombie. brandising a gun, man thats crazy, ur crazy man! ahahahhahahahahahaahahhahahaha

cool. i would totally follow you man.

means i would trust you