So here I am with my friends out of ammo, running for our lives from zombies. But if i'm going to tell this story... I'll have to start from the beginning, here we go. Hi I'm Michael Dwayne Dillinger III. But that barely matters now. My family's dead, and my friends, I don't know. I'm all alone now. However I'm not an idiot, I have the supplies I need to survive. I have power in my house so I can cook food I scavenge. I also have a small supply of bottled water. I have the key to my dads' gun locker. I've taught myself how to drive even though I'm dumb. Anyway on with the story. I'm going out to look for survivors. But if I am I'm going to have to look like a zombie long enough to get to were there are no zombies ( I get ready and I look like a zombie and go out side...). I get were there are no zombies when... BAM! BAM! BAM! I hear gun shots. I say oh no... then I run to were the sound was. Just as I'm running I look behind me. A hundred of zombies are coming my way! Good thing I prepared for when this happened, I say. I quickly pull out my two 9 mm. pistols. BAM! BAM! BAM! three head shots FTW ( for the win). Okay three down ninety-six more to go, well I don't want to waste my ammo I'll just keep going, I say. Getting to were I heard the gun shots, I get ambushed. Not by zombies but by actual people! I then see three people run out in front of me and shoot the zombies.
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