John Isaac Mason
Jackal
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"Take this life I'm right here!"
"Stay a while and breath me in!"
Standing he turned and left her to her own devices, she would have to fight for her life against the cold, otherwise the icy fingers of death would take her soul and wisp her off leaving nothing but a frozen shell. She was given calories how she chose to use them was up to her. It was her test of will and a gamble of survival for her. But she would belong to him, and while he could see her moral was broken he would continue to push her until her very core was broken. He would not have a zombie, but he would have something close to it. She would be a minion, a beautiful one at that, but still a minion none the less. "Here is your gamble at life, this is where your decision took you, now you have yet another. Survive or die, the odds are stacked against you, and you probably won't make it out alive, but hey, Kudos to you if you do." He said with a bogus smile as he left her in the room. He could hear the wind outside as it whipped around the desolate city. "God I love the nuclear winters..." He said as he removed his body armor and rest against the door where he kept the girl.