(John's POV)
(Alaska, edge of Tongass)
I couldn't feel it, nor could I care for the biting breeze of the seemingly never-ending cold of the Alaskan wilderness. It was something that never really bothered me when I first rose from the shadows of a large tree near the edge of the Tongass National Park.
On my shoulder sat the sadistic fairy of darkness, Dixie, and behind us was none other than a sizable horde of undead ready to bombard the near-impenetrable bunker of Allen's located near the center of the park.
To be honest with myself, I truly didn't need my horde for what I was about to do, but then again, I wanted to see the struggle of a dying species as it's outmaneuvered and ravaged to the last human. I have a plan for the last human since I think it would be funny for what's to come in the end.
Sorry guys for the late drop. Last few days at work have been hell leaving me either depressed or too tired to do anything. people really are acting like there isn't a killer disease out there.