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There he was in his wicked awesomeness. Standing in front of the Supreme Court of the Philippines.
Carrying two AK47’s in each hand, his necktie was wrapped around his head. His clothes were strictly corporate: long sleeves, suit, slacks and leather shoes—and boy his
clothes were damn bloody and tattered. Hundreds and hundreds of zombies lay dead in front of him (as if they weren’t already dead to begin with) while more hordes of zombies tried to devour
him. Even Askal was astounded by his sheer display of bravado. Askal looked forward and was amused as to how this guy made head shot after head shot. But Askal looked at me after a few seconds. The
same stupid and innocent look that he gives me everytime. I’m starting to think that there’s something in my face. Where’s a mirror when
