He's close, too close. He has my knife, gun, even my dog tags. He's torturing me, lashing me for answers, beating me. Asking me were my group is, if they are alive, infected, or capable of killing. Are they safe, young, old, middle age, are they smart or stupid? He punches me till I bleed, cry, bruise, beg for mercy, at least that's what he expects, but he doesn't get it. I stay strong, I keep my head down and say, " go
