8 Days later
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Auckland, New Zealand
8 Days after the first infection
12:48
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(-OzG-kewljake):so did you her about the zombies/
(-OzG-kewljake):hear?
KILLER!!!:No, what zombies/
KILLER!!!:?
(-OzG-kewljake):um
(-OzG-kewljake):theyr on the news
KILLER:I don't watch the news
(-OzG-kewljake):oh
(-OzG-kewljake):well
(-OzG-kewljake):there are zombies like in l4d2
KILLER!!!:bs
(-OzG-kewljake):REALLY
(-OzG-kewljake):anyway start the server
KILLER!!!:which one?
(-OzG-kewljake):Voltz
I minimize the steam chat window and open up the “Voltz server” shortcut on my desktop. I run a server for a minecraft mod called “Voltz” for us. It's a mod that focuses on electrical things mainly.
KILLER!!!:Its on
(-OzG-kewljake):lol
(-OzG-kewljake):cool
I start up technic launcher with Voltz as the mod. It takes half a minute, then displays the startup screen for minecraft. I click the mulitplayer tab and join the server “Mine Server”, which is the server I run, the MOTD being “BZZZZZAAAAAAHEEEEELP!!!”. It connects and I spawn near my fusion reactor I just finished building. A few seconds later, jake joins under the name “combat342”.
:brb
Hmm, wonder what it is this time. Anyways, while I wait for him to finish, I should probably give a hint or two, or even tell you directly, who I am. I go by the name of KILLER!!!, blakrok or ghostrok. I'm 15, living a really great life. My parents are nice, but not too nice. I have a younger brother that plays as Cavegineer[BRONY] at the moment. Yes he's a brony, so am I. I have a pony desktop, that also switches with Half-Life 2 and Left 4 Dead 2, and a Rainbow Dash steam icon. I am a christian too, as my whole family is. I have three friends only, but they are good friends. One is (-OzG-kewljake) or combat342 (I won't give any real names unless necessary) and he is 13, but probably my best friend, and the other two are COLE TR0LL and his brother ihazreconarmorz. None of them are christian but hey, can't be too picky about it. Anyways jake is back now.
:sorry, had to kill my mum
:!?
:she was a zombie
:ok
Whatever.
So we continued with minecraft for a bit until I heard my mum calling. She's sick at the moment, so is my dad. I casually stroll upstairs (3 steps at a time), and enter her room. She's not looking very good.
“Could you get me the packet of Nurofen please?”
“Kay” I answer.
“Thanks”. When I enter the bathroom (it's downstairs), I hear Loud coughing from above me, so I hurry up with the nurofen. She looks worse. A lot worse. She's also getting up. “Here's the umm...” I drop the packet containing nurofen as I look at how bad she really is. The name “zombie” comes into my mind, as she starts walking towards me. “shhhhh, mierda!” I say loudly as I stumble backwards. She keeps advancing, and I'm in a corner, trapped. So I ready my fists to fight as she continues. She comes within range and I punch her face as hard as I can, knocking her onto the floor.
Amazing, I never usually punch that hard. Anyways, now that I can see her without fear of attack, I take a closer look. She looks like one of the common infected from Left 4 Dead, with her usual clothes on. This is ridiculous, zombies straight from Left for dead? This just can't be happening. “But it is” I say quietly, to myself. Alright, enough lollygagging, time to take arms. Racing downstairs, I warn my brother about mum, and get back on the computer.
:Well, now I believe you about the zombies.
:good, got a plan?
:Heck yes
I suddenly stop the server, and bring back the steam chat window.
(-OzG-kewljake):so what is it?
KILLER!!!:Got a weapon?
(-OzG-kewljake):i have a knife
KILLER!!!:cool, do you know how to get to my house?
(-OzG-kewljake):no
KILLER!!!:Ok, I'll come over, don't go anywhere.
I Shut down my computer and get my brother to come with me. I head to the tool shed and grab my weapon, a sledgehammer. My brother grabs the crowbar, and we head out to the van. I tell him to wait, while I go get the keys. Upstairs, mum has recovered from the punch I gave her, so I decide to make this one permanent by slamming down the hammer on her head. Well, if the blood now spattered on the floor is any clue, then she is definitely dead now.
I enter her room to get the keys from dad. He's not there, but the keys are so I take them. Now I decide to take a shortcut by jumping through the window. I arrive at the car, and find dad, all dressed to kill with his first kill at his feet. My brother. He hasn't seen me yet, so I sneak up behind him and smack his head with the hammer. “Guess I'm going alone.”
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(-OzG-kewljake)'s house
13:12
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I pull up to see jake standing at the driveway with his little pocket-knife in his hand. “Get in, before anything happens” I command him. He obliges and sits in the passenger seat.
“So where we going?” He queries, I respond with
“The scout hall. You know the garage next to the hall?” he nods “Well that place is our armoury. It's got some awesome stuff, no guns but we'll manage for about a week and a half.”
“Why a week and a half?”
“Because in Left 4 Dead, the infected start mutating at two weeks after the first infection. Now I'm guessing the first infection was 3 days ago, so that gives us a bit of time to find a gun store.”
“It's 8 days”
“What?”
“8 days after the first infection.” I'm glad he watches the news
“By the way jake, there's a crowbar in the back, feel free to use it.” He grabs the crowbar and knocks the side of the van with it. “Watch what you're doing!” he chuckles and apologizes.
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The Glen Eden Scout hall
13:17
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After I finally find the right key for the scout shed, I unlock both of the locks and lift the gate up with a rather loud screech. A few loud zombie noises echo in the background. “Get ready, they're coming.” We raise our weapons as a small croud of zombies comes running in from around Ceramco park. We fight them all off with a few scratches and bites. Mostly me, that hammer is heavy. “Okay, let's not do that again” I concluded, to which he nodded, and we looked inside.
There was mostly camping gear; some tents, gas lanterns, kayaks, food and a few LPG bottles. “Well jake, arm yourself.” We go in and grab some things. “Well, I think that should do it. Now where should we go camping?” I asked him. He pondered the question for a minute, answering with
“How about at your Uncles place?”
“No, I am not driving for 2 hours. Plus I don't know the way. Maybe we should just camp around here?” We both considered my idea for a few seconds.
“I guess it would be good.”
“Well, help me put up a tent.” It took us half an hour to put up the tent, as we only had two people, and zombies occasionally attacked us. After we put it up, we looked around.
“Where are the zombies?” Jake questioned. True that, there did seem to be a lack of zombies.
“Well, that's actually a good thing. We don't have too many zombies to worry about on our way to the dairy.” The dairy was only across the road, so we chose to go and pick up some food and drink. “Even better, it's open.” I remarked. Of course, we had to deal with the zombie dairy owner, but he wasn't too tough. We ended up getting 2 bags of bread, 1 bottle of milk, 1 bottle of cream, some marshmallows, a packet of jelly and we even managed to find a pack of beer, hidden of course. Our campsite was wonderful, we dug a fire pit and lit a fire when it got dark, and just talked about random things, all the while sipping at the beer and toasting marshmallows. “So, a Black Ops shirt huh?”, He was wearing that, and some random gray shorts.
“Yeah, I was gonna play lots of Black Ops 2 today but...”
“Got a little bored?”
“Yeah that. But what inspired your clothes?” I was currently wearing a pair of Black pants and a black shirt with 'BRISTOL England' written on it, I haven't actually been there, but I have cousins over there.
“Nothing, I just put them on.”
“Okay” he replies. We talk for a few more hours, and when sleeping time came, we entered the tent and remembered we forgot to grab some kind of bedding. “Well I'll go get them in the morning” I resolved. So we lay down on the hard ground trying to sleep. 'How wonderful, surviving a zombie apocalypse with your best friend, in an area with little zombies. It's a great life now. If we could get to Equestria, it would be even better.' So that night, while praying, I asked God to send us to Equestria, not caring if we were or weren't ponies when we got there. I could now only hope that God would grant my request.
Probably.