Mr Wilde Alive Alternate Ending

The world was ending.

It was in the scenery, the environment. It was in the ash that covered everything, the pockmarks made from the gunfire. You could taste it on your tongue, sort of like the scent of coagulated blood. The man didn’t really mind that the world was ending. He wasn’t worried because he was him and that meant he was alive and not one of those things that had torn up the Army barricades, the Army men and most of all, his family. He was a survivor, an adaptor, a changer and he was ready for everything and anything that slept under his bed and stalked the shadows. He was ready.

He had been an average guy with an average job and an average family. He didn’t really mind the monotony of the daily grind, didn’t want an adrenaline

They were coming towards him. They weren’t the infected. They were moving from cover to cover, sighting down their weapons just long enough to make sure the street was clear. But it wasn’t. It was a hive of those things just waiting to be woken up. Here the living came to die. Who was that? Old Wilde making a show? The man giggled. He was the master here and he commanded these people to LIVE. More giggles. He pulled the bolt back on his rifle. Then he moved over to his cache, picked up the flare gun and fired. Back to his rifle. It was a beautiful thing, a Macmillan TAC-338 sniper rifle that he’d taken off a Walker with a Trident on his arm. He sighted onto the leader of the humans, confused. The Leader had stopped in the middle of the road and shouting. This dumbass was shouting to his group. The Infected jumped out of their hidey holes and tore the man apart, literally limb from bloody limb. A man who had previously been called Jamie watched in fascination. He could have helped, should have but he didn’t. He blinked and saw his family down there. That was all it took for him to begin pumping rounds into the Dead. Tears streamed down his face as he fired, dumbstruck as his family died all over again. His daughter, his wife, god even his father. They were all down there and he was here. That night he went to bed to the sound of dogs fighting over trash in his