Life is broken. That's the only way to explain this damned world. You can't do anything without second guessing your decision, you think that what ever you do is wrong and I can't even count the number of times I've lost my morales. I've had to do things that you should only have to see in the movies. Killing should only be something you hear on the news, but now I don't get a day without hearing people cry and whimper for help or mercy. The world is broken, and it's all thanks to the damned corpses that rise up everyday and chow down on the living. The only reason I haven't given up hope, the only reason I haven't stopped fighting, the only reason I haven't sent a bullet through my brain is because of one thing. This thing that keeps me going, this thing fuels my body, this thing that makes me fight these diseased ridden freaks, is love. The love I have for my family and friends is the only thing that's kept me here, it's the only reason I walk the earth with the dead. Included among my family and friends is the biggest reason I didn't die at the beginning, he's one of the biggest reason's why I protect the prison with my life. This man that saved my life countless times is my broken saviour, this man is none other than my redneck.