Today we’ve looked out of a burnt out building and seen some survivors.
We were near nekkid and bereft of resources, and they seemed in pretty good shape.
They had clothes and a pot of gumbo at a minimum.
Looked to be two of them. Turned out three.
Looked at ‘em, debated whether or not they might be allies.
Fellow travelers. Compatriots.
We were near nekkid with six rounds and a dog.
I don’t care who they are, better them down than me.
Snuck up and whacked the lot with precious little to show
for it other than an appreciation of Tailgunner dog and
a look at my core values..
Now we’re all gunned up with pants.
Watch out, world...
Did you kill Preston Garvey and Mama Murphy???!?
You are a bad man.