The one with black face paint is my nephew Isaac the other black face is my boy and the small one with the green shirt and T-Rex face is my other boy and the girl in the yellow shirt with the purple face is my girl. Merry Christmas everyone.
The second we put a bullet in the head of one of those undead monsters, the moment one of us drove a hammer into one of their faces or cut a head off. We became what we are! And that’s just it. That’s what it comes down to. You people don’t know what we are. We’re surrounded by the dead. We’re among them and when we finally give up we become them! We’re living on borrowed time here. Every minute of our life is a minute we steal from them! You see them out there. You know that when we die we become them. You think we hide behind walls to protect us from the walking dead? Don’t you get it? We are the walking dead!