My Story
So when things like this happen, everyone has a story. Some people died, and that was their story, some people survived, and then there are a couple of us, we’re not quite sure what the heck our story is. We died, but we’re surviving. And then there are those that were just damned lucky.
Yeah, one of the lucky ones, would be me. I’m lucky because I was one of the first, so for me, there wasn’t any running, screaming, hiding and more screaming.
So, here’s the story. I’m on campus, walking the outer road that circles the thing and some dumb moron in his speedy little ricer can’t make the damn turn and clips me. I black out, and then the next thing I know, I wake up in the back of an ambulance. In a body bag. A body bag. I think I said something like “Guys, I’m not dead yet” and one of them unzips the bag, and you’d have thought the world had just ended. I was still a little dizzy from hitting my head (I didn’t know at the time) but I was with-it enough to know they were scared out of their minds.
By the time we got to the hospital all of Hell had come out for the party. When the poor guys opened the doors, a whole horde of people stormed them, and I managed to help hold them off, but the two guys in the back got really messed up. Next thing they know, the dead guy is trying to help them. Well damn, I didn’t know I was the dead guy right then, I thought it was a mistake, but I was sitting up, moving around while the driver drove like a maniac. There was a lot of noise coming from under the wheels, but I uh…tried to ignore it while I helped the two guys in the back. One of them was bleeding like crazy from his arm and he passed out pretty quickly.
Eventually I just told the driver to take us to my apartment. Where else could we go? I’m a little bit of a ways from the city at least. So he high-tails it that way when the one guy that passed out (more like died) suddenly goes all ‘brains’ on me, and sits up. Scariest thing ever. He goes after his buddy, completely ignores me until I start trying to get him off the dude. At that point he wigs on me, but I managed to shove him across that tiny space and put the seat belt there on him. Dumb morons can’t even undo a seat belt.
Next thing I know, the other dude is pulling the same routine and reaching up to the driver and taking chunks out of him. I buckled myself in. The ambulance rolled in a ditch and thankfully I got out. I left the other guy buckled in, he kept hissing and spitting like a cat. As I got out of the back, I checked out the road for myself. Wasteland.
The rest of the time was me just walking back to my apartment. None of the dumb dead ones really bothered me at all and when I got to my apartment, the place had been ransacked. I locked the door the best I could and just called it a night.
Yeah, one of the lucky ones, would be me. I’m lucky because I was one of the first, so for me, there wasn’t any running, screaming, hiding and more screaming.
So, here’s the story. I’m on campus, walking the outer road that circles the thing and some dumb moron in his speedy little ricer can’t make the damn turn and clips me. I black out, and then the next thing I know, I wake up in the back of an ambulance. In a body bag. A body bag. I think I said something like “Guys, I’m not dead yet” and one of them unzips the bag, and you’d have thought the world had just ended. I was still a little dizzy from hitting my head (I didn’t know at the time) but I was with-it enough to know they were scared out of their minds.
By the time we got to the hospital all of Hell had come out for the party. When the poor guys opened the doors, a whole horde of people stormed them, and I managed to help hold them off, but the two guys in the back got really messed up. Next thing they know, the dead guy is trying to help them. Well damn, I didn’t know I was the dead guy right then, I thought it was a mistake, but I was sitting up, moving around while the driver drove like a maniac. There was a lot of noise coming from under the wheels, but I uh…tried to ignore it while I helped the two guys in the back. One of them was bleeding like crazy from his arm and he passed out pretty quickly.
Eventually I just told the driver to take us to my apartment. Where else could we go? I’m a little bit of a ways from the city at least. So he high-tails it that way when the one guy that passed out (more like died) suddenly goes all ‘brains’ on me, and sits up. Scariest thing ever. He goes after his buddy, completely ignores me until I start trying to get him off the dude. At that point he wigs on me, but I managed to shove him across that tiny space and put the seat belt there on him. Dumb morons can’t even undo a seat belt.
Next thing I know, the other dude is pulling the same routine and reaching up to the driver and taking chunks out of him. I buckled myself in. The ambulance rolled in a ditch and thankfully I got out. I left the other guy buckled in, he kept hissing and spitting like a cat. As I got out of the back, I checked out the road for myself. Wasteland.
The rest of the time was me just walking back to my apartment. None of the dumb dead ones really bothered me at all and when I got to my apartment, the place had been ransacked. I locked the door the best I could and just called it a night.