Zombie apocalypse hit the village on the fourteenth of March two thousand eight. The very night, I was in the human escort team to rescue a guy from his office duty after midnight. Zombies were roaming on the housing premises and running away from us most of the time. Saturday morning, I took the trash out and saw one of my neighbors who got infected, waiting to get me. My housemate and I decided that we need to get some guns although throwing socks at them helps immobilize them for fifteen minutes, too. The only way to kill them is to keep ourselves safe and they will die of starvation after forty eight hours. The two missions on, one involving human rescue were successful but I wasn’t part of them because I was modifying my gun and shooting at training targets.
Life is simple but better before the apocalypse..
We could watch fireworks in the dark from our porch without constant watch over our backs and in the bushes.
Even when I’m still living out of my suitcase5 or that I have no one to do my laundry3, at least it used to be safe to be at the clothes line. It’s probably a matter of time before I get sick of staying at home2 watching Family Guy, playing SingStar/Wii7 and that I need to get food to survive, too. I had noodle in hot soup1 on cold days, chinese fried rice6 on some days, muffin-style ramly burger8 when I missed home and my favorite wrap4 on most days.
These were the days my nice distant neighbors and some UWA mates would invite me to their house for lamb dinner and birthday. I should muster enough courage to walk through the zombie-infested village to their house some day so we could play poker or have them over for SingStar again.
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