I grabbed him and threw him over a rail. He died.
He came back to life like zombies do. Even zombies shit. Ever smell a zombie poo?
Anyway. He came for revenge. He threw at me machetes
I said, you ain’t ready. And I attacked him with a flamethrower.
Before he died I put a picture to his face, “Do you know her?!”
Yes. That’s me.
I put a hand in the air, Taxi!