Wearing A Mask To Every Concert And Appearance He Made For The Band, Did Spark Some Confusion. While

Wearing a mask to every concert and appearance he made for the band, did spark some confusion. While the answer he gave in interviews was that he wanted people to focus more on his singing and the music, the real reason was that he was way to shy to show his face to that many people at once, especially with the chance of being famous. You'd think that the rest of him would be immediately recognizable, but with some baggy sweatpants he could go out in public without anyone knowing he was the lead signer for one of the most popular metal bands in recent memory.

Pull up a chair, bro, we've got bodybuilder meals and protein bars in our bag, we're here for the long haul.

“His ass is stuck in the truck. You heard me. His ass is stuck. In the truck. What do you mean give him his next dose? Your best plan is for him to fucking outgrow the damn thing? Huh. Well. You know. I can’t think of any other way to get him out of there… “

He’ll be your tour guide for the afternoon.

We love Christmas in New York. Haha, no, our legs don't get cold. Our muscles are so huge, they're like enormous blast furnaces, that's why the pizza, we gotta eat like 10k calories a day just to maintain our size, and we wanna do more than maintain, bro. Anyway, we get overheated pretty easy. It's more comfortable to walk around like this, trust us!

I wish I had an easier way to explain this.

I first met him around 5 months ago, pretty soon after the beginning of the infections. I was running away from a horde of about 5 zombies when I tripped over some debris, landing face first onto the concrete. Before they could tear me limb from limb, he shot 3 of them and that scared the others off. I kind of followed him around for the next couple weeks, letting him protect me while I went and gathered food and hunted animals. We worked well, but we didn't talk much. I didn't know his name, and soon enough we got attacked by some roaming band of assholes and we agreed to split up to lay low and find each other again later.

We didn't find each other until about a month ago. I was scavenging again, and then i saw him, but something was wrong. He was still him ,but his body was bloated with hundreds of pounds of muscle, with glassy eyes and graying skin. He got infected.

I held up the gun I had, the one he trained me to use pointed right at his own skull, and held my finger over the trigger, but I couldn't do it. he was the only guy I had been around since the world went to shit, I had fantasized about finding him again every night, and I couldn't just blow his brains out. So I held my hands over my head, curled up into a ball and cried, waiting for him to tear into me.

However, he didn't do that. He just stood there, staring at me. It took hours before I got the courage to get up and run away, and he just trudged over to me again, standing right next to me. He just kept following me around like a lost puppy.

I know it sounds crazy, but I think he could be cured. He isn't aggressive like the others. There's actual thought to his actions, and sometimes I can even hear him say sometimes, when he thinks I'm asleep.

Last night I even heard him say my name.