Death. One thing people fear more than anything. Why? Who knows why. Who knows why not? But mainly who cares. The bugger uses a scythe to kill those who punch the clock. What if the fucker didn't exist well then there would be chaos and carnage. I hate death as much as anyone but I know that we need it. Even if it means I would have to die. So am I dead yet? Not yet, but i'm about to be. See ever since I joined the "Heavenly Armada" in this apocalyptic wasteland I have been dieing. Death has been following me for a while. I have seen the cloak. I have seen the hood. Death, when toy see him as well it will shock you. I once looked at the face of death and what looked back was a young man. A scar in the middle of his forehead and an eye was missing. He looked so innocent I forgot who he was.
