I have somehow managed to remain human through what the news stations are now calling a “zombie apocalypse.” All the making fun of my friends and their zombie obsessions… I guess I got mine. But that friend that made the zombie fighting mobile – guess who got taken down before he ever got into his ride? Yeah… it’s been a hard couple of days. I’m haggard and I’m tired and I’m out of mousse. At least the zombies don’t care what my hair looks like.
My buddy @joeylunchbox
found me in Decatur where I was holing up in a service alleyway behind an old dumpster training. Getting stronger.
@joey lunchbox was all covered in zombie blood and she scared the everliving crap out of me. I couldn’t believe she was alive, and I almost killed her with a knife I had been carrying in the back of my jeans.
We made it to the safezone and holed up there for pretty much the remainder of the night. I slept like a baby, and @joeylunchbox was able to procure a little food, thank goodness.
Now we have been amassing weapons like the chopsticks I am growing expert at throwing to fend off the smaller zombies.
And knives we’ve collected from various kitchens.
My best ally, my attack chicken, I shall save for a zombie #weapon surprise. Best not to give away everything up front.
But if there’s one thing we learned the most – it’s to get higher. Zombies are some lazy fools and they don’t want to climb.
@joeylunchbox and I are refreshed and ready to run for our new location. Our current situation is getting too hairy. Good thing we’ve found an old abandoned house with a lot of wonderful floors. And outside stair from which we can survive any kind of attack.
COME ON! LET’S CLIMB!
On the way we find @profnwalker too!
Hurry! It’s our only hope!