the grueling two hours
wmp: pink, whats up
it was a good fight for our lives and i nearly made it into the rescue chopper when i got swarmed by the throng of undead that floored me and i could only watch my fellow comrades get away. it was almost as if it was all in slow mo. nothing could have been more tragic. it reminded me of zombie flicks where a sorry few always have to die.
i'm glad that i was still sitting with them still at some 4am savouring the 'mongkok dim sum' along lorong eight.
i brush my teeth, maybe nauseous still, but rethinking the kill of the dreadful tank.
jorn was alive and kickin' at
4:43:00 AM
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