September 13, 2278
I thought I was safe. Now, I only have one companion.
Its skin is rotting
*..Rrrghghrrr..*
He looks like a zombie..
*..Gurgle..*
A ghoul..
*..Scream!*
And I'm just like him..
*..hiss..*
Whiskey and Delta..
*Gurgle, Drool*
Walking Dead
Whiskey, Ex-Merc for Hire, and newly born ghoul.
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