His body ached still despite it been a few days since the battle had occurred, too much jamming a now blunt knife through the skulls of the infected.  He looked around the room for his pile of bloody and smoke scented clothes, wondering if Kali had washed them yet, he felt bad when she did but she insisted she didn’t mind so he let it be.

Slowly sitting up on the bed he’d glance over to the tape recorder on his night stand “Want to hear what happened?” he’d ask under his breath as he stared at the big red record button.