1 Tank Dempsey

Day. January 3, 1943.

Time: 2:30pm

Tank Dempsey POV:

Still don't know how this mess began, As I am looking down at the dead corpse that I put back down. It's A lot of corpses. I wasted all my bullets in my M14. I only got my M911 with me. Not much bullets left. Ten more to go. I got to go clean myself off, I'm covered in blood. And I am in the middle of nowhere. I'm just in a corn field. Well it use to be a corn field. Good thing I got my meshedy with me. I'm going to use this for now. I begin too hear more zombies coming my way. Well that's good! More fun for me! I count three, this will be easy. They all charge after me making stupid noises that they are always making.

I cut the first ones head off, the second one tried to bite me. I take out my combat nife and stab it in the head. The third one I sliced it's face in half. "Ooooraaaa!" I shout in an excitement. I just killed over a hundred zombies! of course I'm excited! Can you do that?