“I should go on holiday,” it seemed like a great idea, I would have to do it one day, and I really needed a break from uni. So I flew to a different country, a friend of a friend helped me with a place, and not one day later, the world stopped being recognisable. Corpses that scatter homes, monsters who crawl roads, screens that cover your sight, and a giant spider that I walk beside. Though I knew I shouldn’t, I loved the fight, the thrill, and the danger, but one question always lingers over me.
Is it ok to kill?
Is it necessary or evil? It sure as hell seems like both, but. I’m not sure I know anymore.