Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted something white on the ground. I turned my head towards it, and noticed that it was a pre-wrapped cookie that had fallen out of a lunchbox, still in the wrapper and, aside from some dead-guy blood, was perfectly fine. Looking around for a moment,I, content that no one was watching, picked up the cookie and put it in my pocket.
pulling out his cell phone zacaron is dismayed to find it was broken in the crash.
using his screwdriver he attempts to remove the batterys from the phone for later use.
four zombies run in from behind the bus and proceed to attack it hoping to break down the back door. They havent noticed that the middle door is wide open yet!
Looking at the zombies trying to break down the door, a plan suddenly appeared in my head. "Guys! We need to make like a tree and get the hell outta here!" I drew the near-empty pistol from my belt, ready to fire at a moment's notice.
thinking quickly zacaron builds a car using nothing but some string a squirle and a car
then he wakes up from his dream and starts walking towards the door.
Startled by the arm, I became alarmed. I screamed with horror and shouted out Birras name.
I wasn't sure whether Birras heard because the horror swam into my body that made my nerves vulnerable and uncontrollable.
Murrah: you start screaming.
Birras: you notice the screaming.
Zombies: hear the screaming... more zombies approach.
Zacaron: you are outside and see the army of zombies.
A little annoyed, knowing that her screams probably alerted us to a metric fuckload of zombies, I yelled "Murrah! Get a hold of yourself or we're all going to die!" I then proceeded to step off the bus.
Zacaron grabs a piece of shrapenal from the bus and with his adranalin pumping and the sound of blood in his ears a red vheil decended onto his vision and uttering screaming war cry runs into the hoard killing as many as he can.
halfway through being eaten Zacaron turns over and finds a purple heart he picks up the heart smiles and uses the pin to stab a zombie through the eye before putting it on his shirt.
Staring the zombie army in the undead faces, I was petrified with fear...until I noticed they were all attacking Zack. I slowly walked away, saying a silent prayer for Zack while hoping that I wouldn't run into him in zombified form.
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