Liam sped down the highway, swerving between wrecked cars and a mixed assortment of dead bodies and dead walkers, on his practically mint Harley. He had swiped it from a guy back in Chicago. Poor sap didn't even hear the walker coming. He probably could have saved him, but it would have caused him more trouble with having to off him himself. Besides, he got the sweet ride out of it. But that was months ago, and that was still weighing in on his conscious. Why the hell hadn't he forgotten about it yet. Those were normal world problems, and this was anything but a normal world. The was a world ravaged by monstrous, hell-bound, creatures who feed on the living making more and more until there was no more. They'd taken everything he'd ever loved from him. His mom. His dad. His girl... That was a painful one. But he learned to cope with the fact that nothing was forever. Speaking of coping, this was a chance to practice his favorite method. He slowed his bike down to an idle and shut it down. He took his machete from his back where it hung from a leather strap he attached to it. Just up ahead was a walker. He snuck up to it as quietly as possible and, to his surprise, it didn't notice him. He held the machete backwards and put the blade to the walker's throat, hold the end of the blade with his left hand. It swung madly at him, foaming at the mouth with fury.
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"Go to hell." Liam practically spit into it's ear.
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He yanked the blade toward him and through the walker's throat. It decapitated with much resistance, causing the head to roll and bounce on the ground. Liam went back to his Hog and went down the highway into the city of Atlanta.