How do you do?
I'ts been a long time since humans spoke like that...
Pity... I would probably be a better person by the old standards... Seen, but not heard.
Obviously something pretty major happened between my parents's childhood and my own... Oh yeah. The outbreak.
So, now that those zombie bastards wander the bloody streets at night, manners are pretty hard to come by.
That is a shame. How the polite, nice, considerate human race has come to this...
End of an era I guess... The dinosaurs had their time. Romans kicked about for a while. The death of consideration was inevitable.
X-rays might well neutralise a small amout of infection... Swirly lines might deter the horde... But there is no cure.
All those ghouls you see out there? The ones that hide in disused clubs and whatever? They don't say please.
Manners... You know, that has the word 'man' in it. Conicidence?
Well, y'know. I'm probably just frustrated. Because I end up holding doors open for ages.
I'll let one person through, but then, the one behind thinks I'll hold it for him too... And I don't want to be rude so...
Not fair. Zombies don't hold doors open, yet I'm the one who's nearly always depressed?
Hang on. I'm just blabbing again...
Ehh... It seems like whenever I get a chance to moan I take it. Sorry, dear reader. I must seem like such an emo.
Let's just say... I'm ready. I'm a good person. At least... Not a zombie. I hope that's enough for you.
Look, I'm not the most amazing or interesting or entertaining or funny or attractive or confident survivor out there...
Yet I can promise you that I will never try to eat you. I'd throw myself to the undead to keep you safe...
Ehehehe... What can I say? It's the way I've been raised!
Anyway... I'm not Batman, I'm Kick-Ass. I'm not Tyler Durden, I'm Scott Pilgrim. I'm not Alfie... I'm Leonard Hofstadter!
Hey... If I'm Columbus, won't you be my Wichita? (; xxx
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