First one don't hate but eh criticise Me IDC but also enjoy.

Well, this could be the end of me, the great Abby, no one had ever called her that but herself but if I'm gonna go out imma be great. I should tell you my situation, so here it goes the story to end all stories. It started off a semi-good cause, scientists teaming up to make a cure for aging, but it took a turn for the worse.

These so-called smart people did something stupid, they started messing around with viruses that supposedly put your body in a state of decay. I call bullshit on that but that's just me. They showed their discovery to the world and people loved them, they started giving it away soon everyone, including my dumbass self, had gotten this so-called cure.

For the most part, it worked, people were living to their 120's but then the unimaginable happened, someone died. they didn't stay dead for long though. See these "super smart people" didn't think of one tiny variable people not dying of age but of suicide and murder. People aren't invincible because of this cure, they can still be killed and when that happens they come back but they aren't human when they come back they are what I like to call crawlers. They come back looking perfectly fine but they are not all there. They are like snakes they sense heat and they go for them and attack ripping flesh, bitting, and scratching you till you die and come back just like them.

So that is my situation, crawlers everywhere and I am stuck on the top of a building with them trying to break down the door to get to me.

I have a few options, one: jump off the building and scream "flame on!" or two: quit panicking and fucking MacGyver the hell out of this and find a way out.

I looked around trying to find some rope or a jetpack, hey ya never know, I was so caught up I didn't see the foam ball until it hit me.

"fucking hell!" I said out loud. I looked around at the other buildings and saw a guy frantically waving his arms around like a lunatic when he saw me notice him he pointed the bottom of my building. I looked out over the edge of my building and saw another guy with a freaking sword hacking his way through the horde. Out of the corner of-of my eye, I saw the crazy guy on the building holding up a sign. From what I could see it said: "Wait a sec, he'll be up in a few minutes."

The clawing at the roof door stopped and was replaced with a knock.

From the door came a voice, "hello this is your night in a t-shirt and blue jeans, would you like to be saved?"

"Why should I trust you?" I asked. I heard a laugh from the door, "Because no one else is going to come up here to save your ass other than me."

I hesitantly walked up to the door and unlocked it, the door opened to reveal a guy in a red shirt, blue jeans, and a sword strapped to his side. His hair was black and was messed up, he looked like a teen movie star who would play a vampire or a werewolf.

"Well," he said, "do you wanna be rescued or not?" I smiled and replied, "let's go my knight in jeans and a t-shirt."

So what yall think, nevermind I don't care, well maybe a little bit but eh pls enjoy.

sincerely jshwritting