A zombie survival dream.
Amusingly enough it began, for us, at timpview. None of you were there, but marc ricks was, as well as ryan merril and others we knew. We had heard the horrible news and held a meeting to decide how to prepare for the coming onslaught. They asked for anyone with military experience to help organize, but i didn't offer, later i tried to but it was too late. It was an overnight party at timpview, we had heard the news there, and somehow the festive mood was rather dampened by the impending zombie bloodbath. People were just talking somberly, i was a bit anti-social as i tried to plan my fight and escape. I thought i had a pretty good chance to stay alive but i was caught off guard when a flaming bus loaded with people (or zombies) came hurtling down the school hallway. I ran outside to escape the crash and possible carnage. Outside there was a squad of soldiers moving through in combat formation. I envied their guns as I returned inside to collect my things: my coat, a bottle of water, a book (Lovecraft I think), a light, some gloves, and my improvised weapon, a stick with a bit of metal at one end. May as well have been a board with a nail in it. As i returned outside it seemed the military had mopped up, but i knew it wouldn't stay that way with the number of recently deceased i left inside. I started running to a quieter neighborhood and ran into marc ricks. He was armed no better than myself. We began checking houses and trying to warn the living, but sadly, as we told the first family we found of the nightmarish reality they were now living in, I awoke.
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