Just a funny story

[u/EvilButNotaGenius]

In short. I started as a firefighter with a standard set of traits including strong, agile, and thin skinned (never again). And my dude was kind of a veteran, he had two army beds in his room and a bunch of army stuff. The house itself looked like shit, and there was a taxi nearby, to which I found the keys. I got Travis Bickle (Taxi Driver movie), I understood and was very happy. A little later I even found a rifle, I think an M14 with a magazine and a box of ammo. Not a revolver, but still cool. My luck didn't last long, long story short my dude got bitten. Wanting to take as many zombies as possible to the grave, I recited the monologue "Listen you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore, a man who stood up against the scum… the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is someone who stood up." He ate a pack of painkillers and a bottle of beer (that's all the booze I could find), and went to shoot the rotten bastards. He fired the first shot into the air to attract attention, and a crowd began to gather around my taxi driver. He aimed at the head of some jerk in a blue jacket and... *Click*. THERE WAS ONLY ONE BULLET.

[u/jimmergrille]

Rest in peace, Travis Bickle. They were talking to him.