Failsafe of the Street Soldier
Chapter Four - The Final Hopeless Battle on the Cliff of Desolation
John did not remember all of the biographical information for his wife.
He exited the bathroom and walked into the main area of the cellar where his wife sat playing in a puddle of her own filth. She wasn't so beautiful anymore with all of the teeth rotted from her skull and only a few patches of her blond hair remaining.
"Do you think I should just start wearing a hat or something?" John Daring asked, putting on his Raccon City Nemesis baseball hat.
"Mmmmmphhh," replied his wife as one of her fingernails fell off and she picked it up and put it in her mouth.
"Remember what I said about putting stuff in your mouth?" John slapped her wrist and pried the fingernail and pieces of her rotten gums from between her cracked lips.
The next day things had not improved. His hair was still falling out, he lost another tooth, and during the night at some point his wife choked to death on a mixture of vomit and blood. He buried her in a shallow grave next to his two children and by noon he had carved a headstone and lost most of the rest of his hair. He defiantly wiggled one of his five remaining teeth and shook his fist at the heavens, cursing God for allowing this to happen to his carefully groomed hair.
He looked at the headstone for his wife. He had forgotten her name, in fact he never actually knew it, and he had no idea when she was born so he just put question marks for her birth year. As if to emphasize how crappy he had things John managed to stub his toe really painfully when he was putting the spade away in the cellar.