I look at her and thick of the one I lost…

I thick of how her brown her is math is like red hair….

I look in thus brown eyes and I see the same eye's…

They hand the same drams, same ideas,…

When I look at Zoey I thick of her…

May my lost love…..

When I look at his eye's I see my self…

I see man who see many this and been throw a lot…

I see some one who will fight to the end…

I see a man scared by blood shied and pain…

I see the dark half of me…

I see a part of me in Bill.

When he tucks it usually to make funny of some thing…

He is a man who jokes and tall's the truth…

No matter how mach it haters…..

He is some one who what's to bark ever rule in the book….

He is a outsider..

Much as me.

He cry's and scrums more thinned all of us….

He what's to thick this will go back to normal…

But he knows the truth..

We will never be safe, this will never go back…

Back be for all of this happen….

But he has a strong will to live, to service this..

And that maybe one thing that get's us live…

In this hell hole we one's call home.

Ok people in odder that was Zoey, Bill, Frances, and Louis.

Thus were the thoughts of my Oc Max about the Services in Left 4 Dead 1.