Oh! Memories...

Damn... I was wandering through the forums and I found in the tribe forum the story of my one and only Day of the Dead so far. I thought it's better I post it here because the thread will soon disappear there and I keep some warm memories from those days, don't want to lose them. (Some not-so-good memories too, true).

Here it is:


Oct. 30th 2007.

12:03 Left town on a jet plane.
11:59 Dropped shotgun at Apartment.
11:59 Duncan Day called me to see how I was doing.
11:59 Dropped shotgun at Apartment.
11:58 BLAM! One less zombie to worry about.
11:58 Ouch! A zombie scratched me with its dirty nails.
11:55 BLAM! One less zombie to worry about.
11:52 BLAM! One less zombie to worry about.
11:50 BLAM! One less zombie to worry about.

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After my sexy-naked-doctor-friend gave me the medicine against the zombie virus I decided to give up hunting zombies. I stayed at the naked friend's home until I heard that Melvin and Jonas randomly appeared as zombie masters in locales across the city.

I had given away my ammo and my shotguns (and even dumped one) but I couldn't resist the temptation and went to the shop again to try to kill the 2 zombie masters. It's said that Jonas would give you a special item if you kill him.

I managed to shot them 3 times, but didn't kill them. Fortunately I wasn't scratched/bitten by them either, so I considered it was enough for today. Crossed the street to go to Sjors's apartment and drop the shotguns, so that he could use them this evening... when I noticed my friend Duncan was surrounded by zombies.

I ran there to help him, knowing I was in a terrible hurry because I had to pick my plane to NY soon. But well... a friend is always a friend... There were 2 zombies left in the room. -One for you and one for me!- he shouted. But before I could even realize where mine was, it had already scratched me.

I shot it somehow, and ran away with my bleeding arm. Run upstairs to S's home, dropped the weapons and ran to the airport. I knew there was a Doctor in NY who was able to cure me, Duncan told me her name. As I was finally sitting comfortably in the plane's seat... somebody told me that the girl was travelling to London at that time.

Gosh! The unluckiest 10 minutes of the week.