Jeff The Killer woke to the sounds of zombies attacking the run down house. He would normally not care and continue to sleep, but they were most likely going to break the door down soon.

"Ugh, fuck you!" The killer screamed into the pillow. Jeff got off an old couch that was in the living room and grabbed the bloody knife from his hoodie pocket.

"I thought I killed all those damn things last night." He mumbled to himself, which he often does. One hinge on the door broke and a zombie stuck his hideous decomposing face through the opening biting at the air.

"SHUT THE HELL UP! I will kill you in a fucking minute! God! Can't I ever get a full nights sleep!?"

Ever since the outbreak, he upgraded from a kitchen knife, to an eight inch switchblade. It was very annoying when the kitchen knife had sliced up his hoodie pocket and cut his stomach. Although his pain tolerance was really high, it still hurt like a bitch.

A zombie just smashed a window and some glass went into the rotting arm. The zombie did not even flinch. Since they were already dead, they don't feel pain.

"Come on! Really?! Now you're gonna get it!"

Jeff The Killer flipped open the switchblade and stabbed the head of the Roamer that shattered the window. Jeff's carved smile grew bigger as the blade disappeared through the skull with a sick crunch and made the body go limp.

Jeff pulled the dark red soaked knife out and looked for the other targets. The door smashed to the floor and the Roamer fell down with it. The other two zombies behind the first one fell over too and were struggling to get up. The sadistic smile left his face as he saw how ridiculous they looked. He knew that the weak Roamers would not put up a fight or even cry out in pain.

"Ugh, it wouldn't kill you to emote a little."

He chuckled at his own bad pun. Jeff walked over to the three of the weakest types of zombies and swiftly stabbed their brains.

Sitting back down on the couch, he absentmindedly picked at the dry blood on his hands. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small knife sharpener and began to slowly sharpen the knife.

"Damn it, I really want to kill someone. Not just these zombies ether. I want to kill another human. It's been months since I have dealt with my need for agony and suffering and blood! The zombies don't do anything anymore! It is driving me more insane! The runners give me a challenge, but they still are not fazed of anything but a knife to the brain. The Necroa dogs, they don't help me much, just like the Runners. Fast, but, they don't go down as easily. But they never stand a chance against me! But a Juggernaut, damn, did I get fucked up that time. Painful hits, pretty fast, and they sure don't want to go do down easily. Heh, I could use another challenge, but I haven't seen one in like a year. Ugh! This is so stupid!"

Jeff starts to sharpen the knife faster as he gets more mad.

"Why don't they run away! Why don't they scream like humans when they get cut! All they do is throw themselves at me and fall over not giving a damn about getting hurt! It's BULLSHIT!"

Jeff's hands begin to shake from the anger.

"I want to see fear! Not just brain dead rotting flesh! I need to kill someone! I want to watch them suffer! "

*SLICE*

Jeff yelled as the switchblade slipped and made a deep gash in his left palm.

"AGH! Fuck this! I'm done!"

Blood started pouring down his hand and onto the floor. Jeff shoved the sharpener back into his pocket and death griped the knife in his right hand. He ran past the dead zombies at the doorway.

"I can't take it anymore! I need to kill someone! I need to!"

He ran out into the suburban streets not caring to avoid alerting any nearby zombies. He screams from built up anger.

"Three fucking years of this apocalypse nightmare! All the humans turned into shambling morons! I cant take it!"

A few roamers hear the yelling and shamble out of the alleyway. One that gets in Jeff's way gets decapitated without any hesitation. He jumps over the body and makes his way to the woods. He doesn't stop running for what felt like an hour, many miles in. He breaths heavily and collapses on the ground leaning on a tree.

" What the hell do I do… all my life is survival… thats it… zombies… and survival. Can't get any worse than this."

Jeff suddenly feels a hand on his shoulder and he spins around holding the knife tightly. He looks up at the figure, then groans standing up.

"Hello Jeffry."