Undead Apocalypse
A group of five people could be seen standing around a corpse, studying its lifeless body just laying there.
Each member of the group is wielding a different weapon.
A tall, hairless man, middle-aged, with large bug-like glasses is holding a 2x4 Wooden post.
A girl, appearing as if to still be a teenager, with hair, once dyed red now a pale brown, holding a Baseball Bat.
A man in his early twenties, brown hair, blue eyes is holding an axe.
A man, dark skinned late twenties is holding a sledgehammer, and the final member, a woman in her early thirties holding nothing but her fists in front of her.
"So who's gonna do it?"
"Hey, don't look at me. I didn't know him."
"So what!? The person related has to strike the final blow, huh?"
'I'm just not doing it is all I'm saying."
"I'll do it then. Surrounded by a bunch of pussies I am..."
"No, I'll do it."
The group looked at the man in his early twenties.
"I will do it. He was my Brother. It's the least I can do."
The man walked closer towards the corpse and looked down upon him.
"I am sorry Liam. I should have protected you. It was my only duty, and I fucked that up."
Tears began rolling down his face. Slowly he raised the axe above his head, looked at Liams corpse just laying there for only a few moments more, then made the final blow...
Each member of the group is wielding a different weapon.
A tall, hairless man, middle-aged, with large bug-like glasses is holding a 2x4 Wooden post.
A girl, appearing as if to still be a teenager, with hair, once dyed red now a pale brown, holding a Baseball Bat.
A man in his early twenties, brown hair, blue eyes is holding an axe.
A man, dark skinned late twenties is holding a sledgehammer, and the final member, a woman in her early thirties holding nothing but her fists in front of her.
"So who's gonna do it?"
"Hey, don't look at me. I didn't know him."
"So what!? The person related has to strike the final blow, huh?"
'I'm just not doing it is all I'm saying."
"I'll do it then. Surrounded by a bunch of pussies I am..."
"No, I'll do it."
The group looked at the man in his early twenties.
"I will do it. He was my Brother. It's the least I can do."
The man walked closer towards the corpse and looked down upon him.
"I am sorry Liam. I should have protected you. It was my only duty, and I fucked that up."
Tears began rolling down his face. Slowly he raised the axe above his head, looked at Liams corpse just laying there for only a few moments more, then made the final blow...