405 Quotes About Jason-medina

In the end, dropping a nuke caused more problems than it solved.

Small pockets of survivalist groups were the only ones, who really stood a chance in any of the Infected States of America, as they had become known. The governments had either abandoned these states or were overthrown by militia forces. People were forced to defend themselves.

It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The pain seemed to stab at him from the inside out. His organs felt like they were shutting down. Everything hurt and there was nothing he could do, but suck it up.

He wriggled around on the floor and twisted into weird contortioned shapes, as he screamed in pain. He wondered what was happening to him. Why was he feeling such great pain? Was it from his cancer? Did it finally come to claim him?

He slept in the park, on the subway trains, or with friends from work. He never had a home of his own.

In reality, he was living off of his victims. He stole purses, broke into cars, robbed people that were coming out of the subway, and did a lot of shoplifting. He was like a human parasite, which was ironic considering what was going through his body this very moment.

There was no surprise they would feel leery about being injected by anything else he had to offer, considering what they were currently experiencing.

He placed his ear against the door and listened, but he could not hear the screams. It never occurred to him that the door and walls were soundproofed. How utterly convenient, he thought.

How could he have been so foolish to try this experiment without taking better precautions?