So today I woke up, everything was silent, dark, and a bit cold. And when I usually wake up in these days, I think: Could it be? Could it be that finally someone dropped some radioactive stuff into a cementary and that my whole family has been zombified?
So I got up, grabbed my shirt and an old baseball bat I keep in the closet, and slowly tip-toed to the door. I put my right ear against the wall and didn't hear anything. I reached for the door knob and slowly twisted it. BTW, that was a pretty damn cold door knob.
Creeeek
The door began to make that stupid noise. Dammit, I thought, know they've heard me. So I slowly continued and then:
What the f··k are you doin'?
My cousin said.
My point is, I've always been a fan of horror flicks, especially Zombie flicks, and all my life I have wanted to feel the way Zombie survivors feel, the way a guy running for his life from a serial killer feels. Or maybe not that much, but after I read "Living With The Dead" a few years ago, I really began yearning for the zombie attack to happen. And last month, when they announced about the virus, I was once again like: Could it be? Could it be that my zombie fantasy has come true?
In fact, I have a whole plan of what to do. Me and another guy at my school were convinced that after people would die, they would come back as zombies. But no. That didn't happen. Yet, we had already been planning where to hide out if it happened. Where to get guns. How to zombie walk. But no, nothing happen.
So is anybody out there into a zombie attack?
Why No Zombie Attack!?
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