It’s over. Truly, finally over, except this time I mean that in a relieved way instead of a panicked way. Our government is ready to implode in on itself, all the zombies are being taken care of, and I scored a pimpin’ new ride with a hot chick in it. However, I was not able to save what I truly loved. All I can do for my beloved now is write this so that their memory lives on.
I got the stuff on Isabella’s shopping list like she asked. The entire time I had to deal with both armed guards and little armed remote control helicopters with guns built into them. I don’t even know how they store all the bullets those things fire, let alone keep them afloat while the recoil is hammering back at them. I was shot up so much it got boring, so I made a little game and tried to catch bullets with my teeth. I was only able to pull it off once.