Here is the zombie story. It was written in my complete freak out phase of zombies last summer. Enjoy.
I'm really not feeling very well. Too exhausted. You know what they say about flight or fright...o.k. so I don't remember either. All I know it's been nothing but fright and I would L-O-V-E it to take flight. Come on National Guard-rescue me take me away. Oh but wait, this is my purgatory. I forgot, I wrote about this in my blog.
I wish I had some water up here with me.
Tomorrow I'll look around up here, maybe there's some stuff I can use in that utility closet.
I just need to rest my eyes, but all I hear is that MOANING! If they don't find me up here I swear I'll go insane from their annoying groans. I'll just jump off this building if they (whispering) don't shut up.
I still can't believe it. One minute I'm trying on jeans in Macy's-the next thing I know, there is a cavalcade down at the food court, and brother, it wasn't the sesame chicken that was all the rage. it was people. People eating people.
How did I escape? I remember running down a hall for staff only and in a room near the exit I saw a security officer on the phone. He just half smiled at me and well I must have looked pitiful enough because he handed me a gun. He placed the gun in my hand and said "Good luck"
Gun in one hand, car keys in the other, I took off out the emergency exit. Not the best plan. Zombies react to loud noises. They must know that loud noises equals fleshy brains.
How long had this been going on? Why were there so many? WHAT HAPPENED?!
In my car, I just started driving. Driving...
I'm usually terrified of expressways, but hey, since the zombie takeover the roads were practically empty. Just watch out for those runaway buses.
The radio stations kept playing the emergency broadcast warning, but there weren't any follow ups.
I still have no idea what happened.
I wound up here in Kingston. Yep, ran out of gas. But it was the same here too. Zombies everywhere.
I found this place because I thought it had the best spot in town. That and I was lucky enough to find a way up.
So here I am, stuck on a rooftop in Kingston, hoping some West Point boys will find me up here.
But for right now, I just need to sleep.