• Story1, Part1.

    August 12, 2011
    I walk along a desolate road to nowhere, not a nother human being (or zombie) in sight. i decide to stop on the side of the road and take a piss. Before i do i look around methodically to see if i missed any of those ******** creatures, nothing. i unzip my pants and let a yellow fountain erupt from my organ, as i pee istill look around for any 'zombies'. I remember, 2 weeks ago i was buying my son a rifle to show him how to hunt, now im the one using it. When i bought it and came home i saw my son eating my wife, now i had no idea what the ******** was going on, i started stepping back and fell over something. my possessed son looked behind his back and probably thought 'Fresh meat'. He started walking, no shambling toward me, i looked in his eyes and saw no pupil, just white. i bring the rifle butt down to his head and hear a cracking noise as he falls down (Hopefully) dead... im done peeing and start back to my trip to nowhere. I look in the distance and see a couple of figures, i look through my scope in the rifle and see that one is still alive, but as i look closer i see he has a bight wound. "that cant do", i said and fired three shots that were incredibly loud in this eerie silence. Now its time to set up camp...