"Drugs, possession of untraceable guns, you killed 3 people in the middle of the street, and you took down 2 of our officers before you surrendered. I won't even ask how or why. Just who. Who are you? Who the fuck are you?!" The detective said, ending her statement while throwing a heavy hit to the wall beside her.

"Lawyer."

"We called your damn lawyer, you fucking psycho!" She shouted, before taking 3 deep breaths, seemingly calming herself down. "You are going to rot in-" She was cut off as the door flung open, and 3 officers held her, tearing out her flesh with their teeth. A key was flung out of her person, landing directly infront of my hands.

What... the fuck? They were tearing her apart, they opened her stomach and feasted on her organs. WHAT THE FUCK?! I... I had a chance.

I grabbed the key and it fit perfectly with the keyhole oh my handcuffs. I got on the table and jumped over the officers, running as fast as I can. Another officer interrupted my running, and took ahold of my shoulders. I pushed him out of the way, and before he rushed again, I held his shoulders and pushed him out the window, as he fell to his death.

Hearing snarling, I turned and saw what must have been around 10 police officers and civilians, slowly walking to me.

Shut off your feelings, consider the situation. There was no way I could take all of them. The exits had to have been blocked, The armory would be the safest place here. I ran around the station, checking doors and trying to find any sign of an armory, before I found a bloodstained door, slightly open. I kicked it open and checked inside it, and there it was, the armory.

Closing the door behind me, I noticed the bodies on the ground. 3 people were next to each other. They, very clearly, shot themselves, and the blood stained the wall behind them. I checked their pockets for any keys, and found some keys, which probably would've been handy in getting out of here. I went inside the gated armory, with body armor and a police officers outfit strapped to the wall. I stripped out of my bloody clothes and got into the clean police outfit, putting on and securing the body armor. I grabbed an assault rifle and a pistol, and grabbed as much ammo as I could hold for them, which amounted to 4 magazines for the pistol and 5 for the assault rifle

Weapons, so many weapons. Assault rifles, sniper rifles SMGs, pistols, the cops were armed for war.

It was time to head out. I couldn't stay here long, and those people were still out there, the sooner I was out in the open, the better. Opening the door as quietly as possible, I began my trek to escape the building.

The people hadn't noticed me, too busy with something else, and I took the opportunity and called the elevator, waiting for it to arrive.

The elevator door opened. 5 people feasting on a corpse. They all looked at him. Not even wasting a second, I ran to the door with the exit sign, and kicked it open as I ran down the stairs. I had to jump around people on the stairwell, in an attempt to avoid being grabbed.

I reached the first floor and opened the door, which lead to the great outdoors, and I began running as fast as I could away from the station.

The sight before me was... indescribable. Thousands of people, walking slowly, all coming towards me. They looked horrid. Their skin was an unhealthy shade of white, their clothes torn apart, some had their face just bitten off completely. And the smell. They were rotting. I knew the smell perfectly, intuitively at this point. It was so utterly disgusting. So horrifying. These weren't people. They're dead. I know what the dead look like. Was... Was I in hell? Was this the punishment God thought perfect to enact on me? I wasn't a good person. I never would claim to be. I know what I've done and I know why I did it. I will never regret it. God thinks I'll be fazed? that I'll beg for my life like some asshole? No. I would sooner go through a thousand hells than to ever beg on my knees. NEVER!

I took one last look at the creatures before me, and I turned my back on Atlanta.

Dear reader,

Hello! thank you for reading this first chapter. You're wondering of course, what is GUNG-HO?

What would happen if you put a psychopath in his element? a person without remorse or regret for the pain he inflicts on others? Someone who would push himself to the physical and mental limits of his body to see you hurt? I'm here to answer this question! Our main character is not a good guy, and if I had to describe him, I'd say he's a truly evil man trying to hide himself behind a mask of pragmatism, but can't suppress his enjoyment for the things he does.

A piece of work, to say the least.

Hope you enjoy! And just to mention, there most likely won't be any interaction with our main character and the group in the walking dead. I've read some fanfiction on the walking dead and most of them seem to just be the author inserting themselves into the walking dead as the resident General McBadass of the world, and then changing absolutely nothing about how the story goes. And there's absolutely nothing wrong with that! I just don't want that for my story! Our main character will have his own fights and relationships with different people that I come up with! If you don't like these sort of things, I'd suggest clicking off, but if you do, stick with me and give me feedback on what to do and I'll do my best to give you my best writing skills!

Anyways, that's all. Thank you for reading!

Sincerely,

Scarface