Zombiepocalypse Now.

Sanzo loves zombies, as much as his corrupt psyche allows for love. He has strong feelings for smokes (bless the Apocalypse, he can smoke himself stupid and not feel the faintest inklings of guilt over the cancer cells he is feeding) and alcohol (fuck the goddamned zombie-Apocalypse, he can barely afford a drink), but shooting zombies gets him through the day. They are satisfying targets – fast enough to be a challenge, dumb enough to make offing them recreation and inhuman enough to make him not care.

So he isn’t the most psychologically sound person on the plant, big deal.

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... yeah, I've got nothing. XDDD