Whatever is Easier. I don't Care. Am I helping?"


We where fighting the infected all across the square
The scent of their blood was in the air
A witch in the courtyard gave us quite a scare
And things only got worse from there
When a hunter grabbed Marc and thrashed him in two
Geoffrey was hung by a smoker as he howled in pain
Nicolas drew his pistol and took careful aim
He fired two shots but it was all in vain
Just when all hope as been burned and bled
The infected all screamed and turned and fled
Clothed in a flannel shirt blue, black, and red
Came an angel of baddass, named Chicago Ted
With his twin shotguns a blazing he slaughtered them
Till he got bored of that and switched to his sword

-Second Sea Lord Admiral Sir