Some poor bugger's last thoughts

The following narrative was found on a crumpled piece of paper amid the wreckage that followed Midnight Madness. 

Tomorrow is the dreaded Midnight Madness at ZombieLand, and the veterans are already fortifying our defenses. Coming in, as it is, so close on the heels of the last one, it seems as though no time has elapsed at all between battles.  Hell, some of the newer, younger ones have not even fully recovered - sure, they say their fine, but us battle scarred vets, we can see it in their eyes - panic, fear, confusion, they don't understand it - why are they being thrown back in again so soon? They just don't realize they are being forged, tempered, and perfected, like a fine old katana. They'll thank us one day, but for what? For turning them into cold, calculating, heartless retail machines? I think not...

Until next time, Be Safe

TRS