(John's POV)
(Alaska, edge of Tongass)
I couldn't feel it, nor could I care for the biting breeze of the seemingly never-ending cold of the Alaskan wilderness. It was something that never really bothered me when I first rose from the shadows of a large tree near the edge of the Tongass National Park.
On my shoulder sat the sadistic fairy of darkness, Dixie, and behind us was none other than a sizable horde of undead ready to bombard the near-impenetrable bunker of Allen's located near the center of the park.
To be honest with myself, I truly didn't need my horde for what I was about to do, but then again, I wanted to see the struggle of a dying species as it's outmaneuvered and ravaged to the last human. I have a plan for the last human since I think it would be funny for what's to come in the end.
