1. A call goes out at 2am: my friends respond at 9am - an ungodly hour to us all. I love them for this.
2. On the LRT ride home, i lean against the wall, zoning off, feeling exhausted. It's good to know your time is well spent, every once in a while.
3. Tired, hurt, and scared shitless, we dash across the cornfields into an abandoned farmhouse, with zombies in hot pursuit. It's old and rickety and full of holes, but it's the best defense we've got. We radio for a rescue team. We fight valiantly for our lives; i knew my pals had my back, as i had theirs. Finally, the rescue truck comes: K, the Vietnam vet, gets bulldozed by two Tanks beating eleven kinds of hell out of him. I dash to save him, but a Smoker entraps and suffocates me. All I could do was to watch helplessly as both L and LR make a break for safety: both severely injured. L holds the door open for LR, hanging on for as long as he can, but dies of his wounds soon after.
LR is the only survivor of the zombie apocalypse.
Words cannot describe how much I love this game. *grins*
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