So we were at the top of the roof. People were yelling for the Copter to come back, but I knew it wasn’t gonna. Grabbed a kit, grabbed a gun and off we went down the stairs. Better down than no where, right?
And we fought. Bitches and zombies and whatever was left of the undead. Stupid slimy pieces of shi-
Long story cut short, we made it out the buildings, across the street, in the damn sewers, in rows full of beeping shit cars.. all through to the cemetery too. Then the mall.. Broke some windows… nothing new. Who cares anyway? With zombies around, there sure ain’t no government. Then of course, Cutie had to be a bitch when she saw the witch. And I’ll admit, I was busy running my ass off. Kinda neglected Coach and whatshisname back when he fell off the balcony. Sorry fellas!
But even with near death experiences, thank you God, because we actually managed to drive that Jimmy Gibbs Jr car out of the place! WITH THE TANK STILL RUNNING AROUND SCREAMING LIKE A JACKASS OUT IN A GODZILLA MOVIE.
So we got to the next map, dark carnival. Remember that old place called Whispering Oaks? Yeah. People kept saying they used to go there as a kid… heh. So now we’ll just die as adults, right? Damn zombies.
Ran through the place like the flash. Tank came to say hi again, but we just belted for it. Brand was asking how the hell that piece of shit managed to get over to the river so quick when we just left him alone at the motel.
Big ass son of a bitch musta been angry we checked in and never checked out proper, ya dig? Heh.
Ran through all the way to the safehouse. Kicked ass, shot heads and pushed them zombies back like a quaterback. I’m good like that. Who needs most kills or most damage? Pssssh. I’ll survive and that’s that.
Out to the tunnel of love and on the way nearing the safehouse, some jackass of a charger had to tackle my ass. Up, down. I was dying, I knew it. Then Cutie ran right past me! Yelled “SAVE ME YOU BITCH!” And she did. Then we heard the sounds of the horde coming… she was still trying to get me up, but the moment she heard it too, she just dropped me right there on the ground and ran back in the saferoom.
Some kind of a friend she was!
Thank heavens for Brand though, he pulled me up, made sure I was aight, and we ran like some crazy motherfuckers all the way into the room, zombies still running behind us. Shut the door and we all screamed in their face. :D
Last stage of the concert hall.. remember the Midnight Riders? Yeeeah. I don’t really know them. But Coach does. And he just kept gettin busy at the damn microphone. Zombie apocalypse and that son of a bitch could still sing and rock the stage. I was impressed alright.
Stuck together, smokers had me, spitters spat at me.. a couple of defibs were totally gone thanks to me. :D But we all survived. Sure, I fell.. through.. the hole.. when we were supposed to jump to get to the copter, but I made it back. Pushed all the zombies and just kicked Tank in his face.
Big, pink oversized asshole.
And that was it! Now onto my next cigarette before the next map. Swamp fever, anyone?
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