His eyes, fixed on the fallen bullets, they rolled away, just like he ran from the zombies. He felt a soft touch on his shoulder, he looked up to find a sweet young girl comforting him.
"I hope you're right...."
As he said this, it sounded like all the hope and faith he had faded. He knelt down on one knee and gathered up the bullets he had dropped. He loaded his gun, after he had recovered from his shock and stood on both feet.
"How come you talk to him all sweatly but when you talk to me it usully ends or begains with you poining a gun at me?"
Matthew heard from the man infront of him. Matthew looked complex at the man, his head leaning to the left slightly, as he did this, he pondered
"How can these people be so high spirited. We will die, it's impossible not too....yet they still fight, mybe that's where i'm going wrong"