WEIRDNESS AND RANDOM...

Blood is all he can see, smell, feel and taste.

That crimson color, that metallic scent, that slimy liquid, that rustiness on his tongue.

He had killed so many, savagely and out of control.

The need for kill is always present; every kill makes him feel alive.

No mercy is written all over his body, he is a killer one who kills just for the fun of it.

Not caring for the loved one's of which whom he took the life away.

They say he's crazy, he is indeed and he doesn't give a fuck about it.

He's hunger for the kill can't be quenched.

Once you're addicted you cannot stop.

Not that it mattered to him at all.

He's a walking death trap some quote but he doesn't give a shit about it.

The kill is only for his enjoyment, for his pleasure and just for the fun, also thrill of it.

No one can stop him for he doesn't hesitate to kill anyone who get's in his way.

To him there is no kin nor authority, for he has no heart.

His name is Allen Walker.