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Maxwell sighed, slowly raising his pipe above his head. He smirked, teeth showing slightly. Stupid zombies. He brought the pipe down on its head, splattering blood on himself, the ground, and the pipe. "Sheesh... This is such a messy job..." His smile turned into a frown and he walked away, completely disregarding the mess he had made.
My name is Maxwell. I'm a survivor. At one point of my life the main problem was finding a job, now the main problem is how to stay alive and where to find food. I don't really care for killing, but here I wouldn't even call it killing. It’s more like...relieving these creatures of their curses... At least, that’s how I look at it.
He gripped his bloody pipe.
I've tried a lot of different methods, and the best so far is smashing, in my option, respectfully. But, you can pretty much kill a zombie with anything; you just have to know what points to hit, like their head. Smashing the head is how I play it, and it’s become a way I'm comfortable with. So, I think that’s how I'll be going my whole life.
He blinked and looked up at the sound of voices. "Other survivors? OTHER SURVIVORS!"
Maxwell gasped, hands coming up to his face. He excited yell echoed through the fairly abandoned suburb. With a laugh, he ran down from his post to look for the fellow survivors. Maybe things were brightening up, or maybe the humans were just being pushed into the same spot... Nah! He chuckled, feeling happier than he had been in a long time.
(Hi there!)