- zombies are everywhere ! and for the past five days it has been a series of holy s**t holy s**t run run run there getting through why didn't he lock the door holy s**t. I make it to a gun shop closely followed by the buzzard feasts. I run in and spot a shotgun. I grab it and grab a box that is lying next to it. I start pumping in the little cylinders into the tube magazine. I pump one final time feeling i am ready. They begin pounding and rubbing against the window. smearing what is not catchup on it.I begin to pull the trigger at the nearest one but nothing happens. I try to fire again nothing happens. I inspect the weapon and it seems to be fine, but everytime i try to fire i get the same dry click. I look at the ammo box and after staring dumbfounded for three minutes I realise that it was actually a box of batteries and My gun will not be firing tonight. Maybe the batteries are dead. I put the shotgun on the nearest table and quickly write a note next to it that says. Do not try to fire, I have put batteries in this gun and unless you unjam it, it is nothing more than a metal bat. I lye down on the floor and await until their moaning shadows fall across my body. I wonder what it will be like.
- by w0rm buffet |
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- | Submitted on 05/26/2009 |
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- Title: low self esteem
- Artist: w0rm buffet
- Description: a short tale of zombies
- Date: 05/26/2009
- Tags: apocalypse nigh
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- Naoto the Ace Defective - 05/26/2009
- Good,It sounded better than Resident Evil,I could understand how it felt though the words.
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