Sunday, November 8

this time it all goes south

i ran out of shotgun pellets exactly three minutes into the fight.

i downed Rochelle trying to kill the zombie in the full bulletproof riot gear.

i was slammed into a wall by the Charger who appeared INSIDE the damned safe room door.

i smacked zombies about with a frying pan.

and then i told myself, "hang the melee weapons," and picked up two handguns.

i defibrillated a dead Coach and stole his first aid kit.

and then i was rushed, and i died in what the Director calls "an onslaught".

oh yeah.

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