Hopeless Frank

and is said that russia did so where exactly? my point was simply, that the propaganda we see in our evening news about this conflict is - this time - even less believable than the russian one...

As a fellow european internet-expert i could only say, listen to that guy above me. If u think he is wrong watch a season or two of "House of Cards" and think again... Neither side of this, Nato or Russia, is telling the truth or has "honest intentions" but one has to admit that this time the russians are far more reasonable in arguing and also have far less direct lies in their propaganda than the gone wild Ashtons, Rassmussens or Kerrys from "our" western / nato side of view.

I really liked the idea of this challenge - so much that i created this account to honor that ugly guy i met in muldraugh. May i introduce: Frank Turner aka the "Hopeless Frank". This Screenshots were taken aprox. 10 hours after the infectious scratch. But as Hopeless his view onto life was before the apocalypse, confronted with his immediate death after all that weeks of survining against all odds, Frank found a new will to live! Relying on a healthy diet of pottato soup and cabbage stew spiced up with all Cortman Medical had in stock Franks final last day hasn't come yet. Maybe this incredible will to live, wich is so far able to fight against zombification, has it's roots in Franks bittersweet realisation about himself, that in the end his new found childlike curiosity killed him. A trait he missed his whole life before that day 14 Weeks ago. A trait wich served him well in that 14 weeks as he was all set to survive as long as he wanted, having a nicely working horticultural rotation of crops, plenty of tools, weapons, nonperishable foods and his safe house far enough to the east, out of the way of hordes. But he couldn't stand to just sit there and wait for rescue wich may never come. He went on a search for information on practical skills, trying to find part 3 and 4 of "Meyers Compendium of Carpentry" when he waited just a split second to long before backing away from a walker while spliting the head of another one. The anger and self-hatred that Frank feels about this foolish overestimation of his fighting skills and the fact he couldn't just keep siting on his lower back, like he did the better part of his lifetime may well be the fuel wich keeps him going on - day for day, hour for hour, just him and the agony... ...to be continued... (if i don't lose interest in juggeling zombification ) edit: english isn't my first language so i tried to to hunt down some typos...