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"You're in a zombie apocalypse, Max."
The truth split my skull open, a glaring green light washing the lies away.
I was fighting for my life along with a tiny guy in a space suit, a crude drawing of Sonic the Hedgehog come to life, and a Japanese high schooler that looked as if he lived at a gym made of anabolic steroids.
I was in Left 4 Dead 2, the game's files so horrifyingly modded that, if I were back on the force, I'd need to identify it through it's dental records.
Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.
"back in the night when pain IN THE BUTT started" xD
Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.
Don't answer that, a rhetorical question.