Why should I still fight to live and survive? The monsters have come, there ugly and cruel and like nothing I’ve ever seen. They’ve slaughtered thousands! Everyone I love is dead no one innocent is alive anymore. So why do I fight? I’ll tell you why I do it out of spite! They have killed my family and think we are weak. I adore seeing there face when I make them bleed. They have killed my world but I’ll kill them to. I won’t stop until everyone of them is dead!