I could use a good story or two right about now. If this gets enough hits, I might even tell a story of my own. NOTE: The story doesn't have to be true, but it does have to make sense. No one likes to read a story and then be confuzzled. No one.
No stories yet? Well, i have to tell you one myself then...
I looked through the scope on my rifle and then aimed it down at the flesh-eating dead. One by one, i shot them off. I were pretty lucky that i had found an abandoned gun shop. If it wasnât for the shop i wouldâve been dead. I stared down at the slow and hungry zombies. Their eyes were stained with white and red; the two colors i now have grown to hate. I thought back to three weeks ago; how the world seemed so prefect back then.
The virus stared three weeks ago. The world didnât know what it was at first. I were just out of high school. I had a life ahead of me, but it was all snatched away by those undead *******s. I shot another one in anger. The virus took my boyfriend, best friends, and family. I had to shoot them, or else I wouldâve been turned or eaten alive. I have changed this past three weeks, and you had learned to survive.
I reloaded my rifle and started to shoot some more of the undead. I looked around at the empty city. Itâs hard to believe that it was New York is now filled with zombies.
