I was Born in 1849 in North Carolina,I had a Twin brother,he was deheaded, shortly after,we were transform'd into the Walking Dead.Prior to being Satans Spawn. We fought Bravely for the South.I had a Vision I new we couldn't win.The Yanks just Kept on coming.We'ed Kill 5 an 15 would take there place.We were Bushwac trying to get back to our Regiment.There were 5 of us.My Brother an I an 3 other Confederates.The 3 others were shot up pretty bad.We had no water an no food.As the others lay dieing we made our pact.When they Slept,we drank their blood.My brother an I were stark Crazy Mad.1 died, we ate his flesh.It was nasty,sometimes I feel I can still taste that rotten stinky flesh,it permeanted our nostrils.Then another died,we cut him open to use his stomache for a water bag.Then Jeb held the other dieing man down.I open'd him up had his heart pump the last of his blood into the stomache bag.Then he Dies.The yanks had moved on,they left 1/2 dozen men to finally flush us out.I pulled them Dead bloated bodies to the entrance of the Cave.Couple Yanks came up looked at them bloated Bodies an Vomited all over them,2 more came up thats when my brother an I attacked them Murderess Yankee slime.We killed these 4 with ease.Then we tracked the other 2 Tortureing them Slowly.Then we tied them up an their begging us pleading with us,to let them go.Then we gaged 1 an slit his wrist an drank him dry while the other watched in Horror.The 1 watching had a massive Heart attack an died before our eyes.Weak Yankee Swine I said.Then Satan came out of the Darkness an gave us eternal Life.
