This was war. Storm the capital. Tear down the barricades. Release the hounds of hell. This was his crucible. He would destroy them. Save the country and his people. He was armed and dangerous and ready.
He waited for the signal. The signal to war.
The message blipped up onscreen: DeathDestroyer23452 has signed in.
‘Yo, Marcus. You there?’
He had never met DeathDestroyer23452, apart from in the game online. Sounded like he was a teenager.
‘Hey, Norman. Ready to unleash hell?’
‘Guns Up!’ Their own private salute.
Another afternoon drifted away as they killed and mutilated the invading zombie army.