-No matter how much you think you've seen- said Mr.W, -you haven't seen enough.
I'm telling you.
The first time I saw a rug-face bite someone I couldn't believe my eyes. I was in the metro, sitting down looking at a silent gorgeous girl in front of me, when out of nowehere this bastard jumped on that old lady and nailed his teeth on her neck like a streetpreacher on a lamb-hunt.
Right now I'd say "I bet that fucker didn't have a ticket!" and I'd rise my beer na zdrowie for the joke. But back then, oh god, I threw up. Big time!
You can't think. You can't react. You just see blood here and there and hear people shouting and shit.
And if you don't react, then you're next.
I reacted.
I took that gorgeous girl's hand and ran the fuck out of there. The doors closed and the train went away.
I helped the girl sit down on a bench right there and tried to check if she was okay.
Man, sure she wasn't! she was bitten!
She was suffering the process. How you call it!- asked Mr.W.
-Metamorphosis- said I.
-That shit! whatever! she was on it. And she was looking at me like I was a piece of meal, dude. Like, you know, I'd have loved that look five mins before, but not with such teeth mark on her skin.
Fuck me twice! I scaped that dookyface and now this.
In my point of view I had to react and kill that bitch before she killed me, but in the eyes of everyone else I'd be a psycho killer.
The eternal shit in the beginning of a Zombie Apocalypse. How will my behaviour affect in the public opinion?
My reaction?
I pushed her to the tracks. The metro came and her story was over- he laughed.
-But not mine! at all! this couple wearing like policemen started talking on the walkie-talkies and ran after me. I scaped as I could...
I was in Pole Mokotowskie, it was dark and cold, I was covered on grandma's blood and God knows how I made it to this place.
And dude!- he goes, -dude! I still wonder... how the hell did they do it to the metro? unseen!?
I'm telling you.
The first time I saw a rug-face bite someone I couldn't believe my eyes. I was in the metro, sitting down looking at a silent gorgeous girl in front of me, when out of nowehere this bastard jumped on that old lady and nailed his teeth on her neck like a streetpreacher on a lamb-hunt.
Right now I'd say "I bet that fucker didn't have a ticket!" and I'd rise my beer na zdrowie for the joke. But back then, oh god, I threw up. Big time!
You can't think. You can't react. You just see blood here and there and hear people shouting and shit.
And if you don't react, then you're next.
I reacted.
I took that gorgeous girl's hand and ran the fuck out of there. The doors closed and the train went away.
I helped the girl sit down on a bench right there and tried to check if she was okay.
Man, sure she wasn't! she was bitten!
She was suffering the process. How you call it!- asked Mr.W.
-Metamorphosis- said I.
-That shit! whatever! she was on it. And she was looking at me like I was a piece of meal, dude. Like, you know, I'd have loved that look five mins before, but not with such teeth mark on her skin.
Fuck me twice! I scaped that dookyface and now this.
In my point of view I had to react and kill that bitch before she killed me, but in the eyes of everyone else I'd be a psycho killer.
The eternal shit in the beginning of a Zombie Apocalypse. How will my behaviour affect in the public opinion?
My reaction?
I pushed her to the tracks. The metro came and her story was over- he laughed.
-But not mine! at all! this couple wearing like policemen started talking on the walkie-talkies and ran after me. I scaped as I could...
I was in Pole Mokotowskie, it was dark and cold, I was covered on grandma's blood and God knows how I made it to this place.
And dude!- he goes, -dude! I still wonder... how the hell did they do it to the metro? unseen!?
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