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Max: "must be blind then."
Max: "not crazy, I'm pretty sane not insane."
Max: he split the zombie In half. "What's behind me?"
Max: "tis who I am."
Max: "always."
Max: "nothing is really happening."
Max: "concern to what?"
Max: "what was I suppose to do?"
Max: he spun the knife and machete each time he killed zombies while still walking looking around aimlessly. "This looks like a good place but a...
Max: he held a hunting knife in one hand and the machete in the other, killing the zombies coming his way while walking calmly.
Max: he walks around, evading the zombies. "Where am I going?"
Max: "anything that you need? Or are you just looking to annoy just because I'm from Texas?"
Max: "even in the zombie infected big city, people are still racist." He grins as he started walking away.
Max: "I may not sound like one but I'm from the countryside in Boston, Texas."
Max: "so country boy hurt girl feelings? Not a good start." He says out loud.
Max: "what I do?"
Max: he swung around bringing out his machete slicing its head off. "What's wrong?" He looked at Regina.
Max: he took a right turn, still searching through his bag. "Not this one or this one and this one is too troublesome."
Max: he followed behind evading any object in front of him while looking through his bag. "What to use? What to use?"
Max: "I did run into people running away from corpses but I just ignored and evaded those that blocked my path one way or another."