zombies-like-playgrounds
 June 13, 2008:
Zombies like playgrounds

Still here. There’s more of them this time than last time. Dozens upon dozens have descended upon the apartment complex. They seem to like the children’s playground, particularly the slide. I watch them climb up the wooden ladder and slide down. Some of them smile, their lips cracking open, and some can’t smile anymore — no lips.

My current kill count is 3, not very high but I don’t want to risk anything. The last thing I need is zombies munching on my brain. But, when I opened the door to get the mail, some stragglers saw me and shambled towards me with arm’s outstretched like they wanted to hug me. Yeah, that’s one hug I don’t need — no touchy, you zombies, unless you want to kiss my machete. I haven’t even needed to use the shotgun yet.

I’m out of milk. Damn, I need to head to Fry’s and those damn zombies are out there. That’s OK, that’s OK. I can’t let these zombies rule my life and I need my Quaker Oats breakfast. I’ve got weapons and a car. I can do it.

10:47 am | Category: Writing, Zombies | |





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