Murderous weed panda
I had to do it. The worm in my brain told me to kill them.
We lost another one, sarge!
I had to stop him from hurting himself by throwing a machete into his torso.
I’d like to know what happened there. Either way, I’m really glad I was recording.
There’s no real excuse. All they had to do was go straight.
It’s usually quite hard to crack a survivor’s skull open with your fist.
That watermelon had a future with us, and that asshole killed it!
It’s not my fault they didn’t remember the obvious runner trap.