Lee on trust

Hi there Folks,

First of all let me refer you to one of my guidelines: " trust no one "!

If I would find myself in the middle of an undead riddled apocalypse I think for me personaly it would be difficult to trust people that are not family or close friends. Perhaps because I know what kind of an asshole I would possibly become to survive, I wouldn't go as far as mindlessly killing people for their belongings but If I have to fight for something a complete stranger and me both want, rest assured I will!
Hey, it's survival, right? You won't last long if you're always going to let good things slide because of a form of brotherly or sisterly love.
If I would come across a stranger now I'm the embodied form of friendship, but all that will change if you would meet me during the apocalypse. Most likely I would come across as a friendly person but I wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger while aiming at your head if or bash your skull in with a crowbar if you had bad intentions.
During the undead apocalypse there will be raiders, rapists, murderers, psycho's that can walk freely and do as they please considdering there is no lawenforcement or laws by that matter. Now I have a girlfriend and I love her very much, if there were something to happen to her I would probably go berserk on whatever did that to her, living or dead, and if it was a living person I would so much enjoy the torture I would cast upon him/her, he/she would beg for me to finish it. I know that sounds like I am crazy but there is no freakin' way I would stand idly by and just shrug my shoulders, I would go all Ghenghis Khan on their ass...

With that bright ray of sunshine I bid you goodday.

With kind regards,
Lee.

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