May 30, 2011

P3 Project: Day 72 of 1400 - The Dead Shall Walk The Earth

I walked through the trees, my side arm at the ready and my machete in front of me. I had heard that they were here, but like most stupid survivors, I had to see it for myself. I walked forward, making sure to watch behind me as I knew that this could very well be a trap but I had to know. As I cleared the tree line, I saw her...

Standing in a clearing in the field was a zombie. Barefoot and wearing bloodstained cut-off shorts, she look as ferocious as I had heard. I didn't let my guard down as it had long since been told that they could be fast, scary fast but I was almost sure that she hadn't heard me. I took another timid step forward and that's when it gave me away... the damned dog-tags made a soft clinking sound as I crested the hill and I froze, hoping that she hadn't seen me when out of the trees next to me, another one burst out.

I leveled my sidearm and fired, catching the zombie in the chest but before I could take a breath, they were all around me. I swung my machete as fast as i could but there were too many of them.

Finally, the zombie that I had been tracking placed both hands on my shoulders and shouted out, "Gotcha!"

I handed over my bracelet, sullenly, not wanting to join the horde this way, but the experience proved two age old adages:

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. And the other...

It's far better to give than to receive. Oh well, there's always the next another round...

The day started out pretty normal. Okay, if you count normal as waking up feeling like someone had beaten you with a stick normal. I rolled out of bed, showered and packed a bag to get ready to play Humans versus Zombies, a souped up version of adult Tag with Nerf guns and swords. I had already planned to hang out with Elsa before I went and getting up as early as I did ensured that I'd be able to spend a good chunk of time with her before the game. I called her and asked if she was going, to which she (smartly, it would later turn out) replied, "I'm not exactly looking forward to running around in the mud chasing people today. I couldn't even if I wanted to."

Which, in hindsight, was probably a smart move... I'm too old to be chasing around teenagers with a Nerf sword but I digress.We met up at the mall, after Elsa's massage session at Massage Envy to try to do something about her aching body. I met her at Gamestop, where I found her chatting it up with the store manager, with whom I'm friends with and Elsa is also fast becoming friends with as well. We talked about the usual and I showed her all of the braces, bandages and support devices that I was sporting that day and while the manager looked on in slight horror, Elli just shook her head and smiled. "You're special. I love you, but you are."

Well, after running over to the other mall and some aimless wandering, we set off to find my armament for the HvsZ that was going to be going down in what was about an hour from the time that we started searching. I started the night with just a Nerf Short Sword and ended the night with new bruises, more weapons, a hoarse, raspy voice and minus a little blood from a run in with another player's Nerf Chain Gun (which he was convinced was a melee weapon... grr) and all in all, good memories and a sore, exhausted and worn-out body. But in my head, it was all worth it...

After all, when the Zombie Apocalypse comes, will you be prepared?

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