The stampede ended but by the time it was over I had attracted about twenty or thirty zombie fans all waiting for me to descend from my rooftop so that they could maul me. Maybe even more, I don’t know. I’m sick and tired of counting zombies. All I know is it is too many… and they are not going anywhere… and I don’t think I will be able to lure them away with fire this time.
Oh did I mention the thirst issue? Yeah, things are great up here on the rooftop, aside from no water or food. And my gun’s out of ammo and I don’t think my hunting knife is going to be much help against a horde of zombies. I have to do something about it, though. I tried crying about it and I couldn’t produce tears. I am serious; I could not make any fucking tears. Last time I took a piss (about 12 hours ago) my urine was dark orange and seemed thicker.
In my car down below I have gallon jug of water. It sounds like the miracle of life to me right now. Better than a cure for cancer, turning lead into gold, or an end to this zombie apocalypse. Guess I am going to have to try and get it. Either that or die of dehydration here on the roof.
Wish me luck.
3 years ago
3 comments:
Man...intense entry. I hope he can get ouf the this predicament in time so he can get water!!
I love how he sounds more pissed at himself for getting into this predicament, more than anything.
Yeah, I figured I would be pretty pissed about it myself.
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