Fenrir's Fangs

(( I appoligize for how bad this post is... i was having trouble with the text box as i was making my post... ))

Deep with in the sundered city of Fairview, a man was looking out over the ruins of the once proud city that had been turned up side down and plunged into a shadowed nightmare.  The man looked solemly out over the waste.  He sighs softly, allowing himself a breif moment to remember how life had been before the outbreak, how... perfect his life once was.  The spread of the unde.ad infection had taken everything form this man, his home, his friends, his faith and even his love.  Ashley.  He could still see her face when he closed his eyes, he could still hear her melodic voice ringing in his ear.  Oh how he misses her.  That woman was once his entire life, her passing had shaken the preist to his core, a harsh blow that had shaken even his unwavering faith.

The man turns his attention to a distent city street, from his perch on the roof of the Clear View Appartments, he could see most of the city ruins, including the house in which he and his beloved use to live.  It was in that very building he was forced to take that which meant most to him.  A single tear runs down the mans cheek as the memory creeps in agian, a memory he had tried to keep at bay for weeks on end...

He could see her face clearly, the day he killed her.  God she was beautiful, even in her finnal moments.  The man closes his eyes tightly, clenching his jaw tightly as he tries to shake the memories form his head.  He did what he had to. She was infected and if he had not killed her, she would have killed him.  The man clenches his hands tightly into fists. Damn them. Damn all the infected! He will see them burn, every single one of them.  He knew what he had to do, he would change from a simple preist to a weapon of devine justice.  The priest no longer cared if he lived or died, in truth the best part of him was already dead.  It died the day his bullet peirced the heart of his wife.  All that was left to him was faith. Faith, and vengence.

The man rolls his shoulders, pulling himself out of his thoughts.  The sun was setting on the ruined city, it was almost killing time and he knew he needed to be sharp.  He loads a new clip into his pistol before shoving it back in its holster and reaches for his machette.  The blade was warn, sporting tell tale signs of usage.   As shadow falls on the city, Kalemi leaves his safe haven and decends into another night of fighting for survival in this hell on earth.