ChaoticPuffins

Warning: Ideologically sensitive and gore Shooting a gun was easier said than done. But Alfred always seemed to get everything, winding up showing you the ropes. Whether it was starting up a fire, making a water filter with a bottle and sand, or how to kill a human-turned-flesh-eating freak, without him, you would have been a goner. Or worse, turn into exactly that. Having served a few years in the military, like all soldiers or well-read folks, he was part of the small percentile with a higher chance of survival. And being on his good side, his best friend even, it only guaranteed the same. Long after the last flicker of flame burnt out wh