Alone. Shit. #Norwich
Well fuck me. I don't quite know why I'm carrying a laptop around with me during the end of the world, but damn, it's come in useful. I contemplated typing this on my ipod, just in case I had to move quickly, but, to be honest, fat fingers+blood=worst post ever.
For now, I'm safe. I don't know how, but I've ended up back in Helena Road. I figured I should at least be somewhere I know relatively well, and since my house has massive fucking window doors, which shattered into infintessimal pieces when I was trying to hide there, I guessed that this would be the next safest place. Luckily for me, Nathan didn't change the internet password. Even more luckily for me, he's at LARP, so isn't at home.
I wasn't on my own, initially. To begin with, it was a laugh. I was running around with Alex and Frank, and we were making smart arse comments about "You've got red on you," and "D'you want anything from the shop?" The sarcasm stopped once they grabbed Frank, and we saw him being pulled apart by five different zombies. Still, the fact that I grabbed a cricket bat means that I'm at least a little bit like Shaun-whether or not that's a good thing, I'll leave you to make up your mind.
Once we'd seen Frank torn apart, we decided that running around the city was a stupid idea. Apparently, watching Zombie films, reading "How to survive a zombie apocalypse" books, and playing Zombie LARP doesn't actually mean that you have the ability to cope with an actual zombie apocalypse. We at first thought we'd hide out somewhere that'd be full of survivors-Chapelfield Mall was our first port of call. That didn't go so well...let's just say that a horde of zombie chavs is fucking terrifying. So we abandoned that plan. Our next bright idea was to return to my house, but the aforementioned windowdoors were absolutely no use when the neighbours came a knocking. That was when I got my first taste of cracking someone's skull in, and to be honest, it wasn't that pleasant. And yes, Alex did quip "You've got red on you," when I turned back to him. It took all of my self control not to smack him, too. We decided that staying in a house with broken windows was a bad idea, and so jumped into my car.
Deciding that supplies were important, I was directed to go to work, Tesco at Harford. That..uh...was a silly idea. Seems like people have been trying their best to get out of Norwich, and head towards Ipswich. So the road was absolutely jammed. Although, that might have something to do with the fact that there were a lot of abandoned cars strewn about on Ipswich Road, and there were quite a few of the living dead wandering around. It's the first time I've ever run someone over, and to be honest, it wasn't all that satisfying. Still, we managed to just about avoid getting our brains eaten. Just.
So then we were casting around for another place to go. Alex suggested campus. I told him to stop being such a retard, and drove to Helena Road. We couldn't actually get across Earlham Road in the car, as the Mitre had spilled out all of its usual clientele into the streets, and for a change, they were actually looking for someone with brains. Except, they wanted to eat us.
Unfortunately, Alex chose that moment to fall over. I was almost tempted to help him up, but, to be perfectly honest, I didn't fancy dying. The bat's handle was now slick with blood and sweat, and maybe a few manly tears, but either way, I had to use it whilst I ran for cover. Reaching the house, noone was in, but I was able to find the spare key which I'd hidden last year, and let myself in.
So here I am. Alone. Nathan'll be home soon. I wonder if LARP weapons are actually effective against the undead? I guess we'll find out soon enough. If there's anyone alive nearby, let me know.
I wonder if Lisa's ok. She won't pick up her phone, but I'm sure she'll be fine...
Good luck to anyone reading this. I'm sure we'll survive
For now, I'm safe. I don't know how, but I've ended up back in Helena Road. I figured I should at least be somewhere I know relatively well, and since my house has massive fucking window doors, which shattered into infintessimal pieces when I was trying to hide there, I guessed that this would be the next safest place. Luckily for me, Nathan didn't change the internet password. Even more luckily for me, he's at LARP, so isn't at home.
I wasn't on my own, initially. To begin with, it was a laugh. I was running around with Alex and Frank, and we were making smart arse comments about "You've got red on you," and "D'you want anything from the shop?" The sarcasm stopped once they grabbed Frank, and we saw him being pulled apart by five different zombies. Still, the fact that I grabbed a cricket bat means that I'm at least a little bit like Shaun-whether or not that's a good thing, I'll leave you to make up your mind.
Once we'd seen Frank torn apart, we decided that running around the city was a stupid idea. Apparently, watching Zombie films, reading "How to survive a zombie apocalypse" books, and playing Zombie LARP doesn't actually mean that you have the ability to cope with an actual zombie apocalypse. We at first thought we'd hide out somewhere that'd be full of survivors-Chapelfield Mall was our first port of call. That didn't go so well...let's just say that a horde of zombie chavs is fucking terrifying. So we abandoned that plan. Our next bright idea was to return to my house, but the aforementioned windowdoors were absolutely no use when the neighbours came a knocking. That was when I got my first taste of cracking someone's skull in, and to be honest, it wasn't that pleasant. And yes, Alex did quip "You've got red on you," when I turned back to him. It took all of my self control not to smack him, too. We decided that staying in a house with broken windows was a bad idea, and so jumped into my car.
Deciding that supplies were important, I was directed to go to work, Tesco at Harford. That..uh...was a silly idea. Seems like people have been trying their best to get out of Norwich, and head towards Ipswich. So the road was absolutely jammed. Although, that might have something to do with the fact that there were a lot of abandoned cars strewn about on Ipswich Road, and there were quite a few of the living dead wandering around. It's the first time I've ever run someone over, and to be honest, it wasn't all that satisfying. Still, we managed to just about avoid getting our brains eaten. Just.
So then we were casting around for another place to go. Alex suggested campus. I told him to stop being such a retard, and drove to Helena Road. We couldn't actually get across Earlham Road in the car, as the Mitre had spilled out all of its usual clientele into the streets, and for a change, they were actually looking for someone with brains. Except, they wanted to eat us.
Unfortunately, Alex chose that moment to fall over. I was almost tempted to help him up, but, to be perfectly honest, I didn't fancy dying. The bat's handle was now slick with blood and sweat, and maybe a few manly tears, but either way, I had to use it whilst I ran for cover. Reaching the house, noone was in, but I was able to find the spare key which I'd hidden last year, and let myself in.
So here I am. Alone. Nathan'll be home soon. I wonder if LARP weapons are actually effective against the undead? I guess we'll find out soon enough. If there's anyone alive nearby, let me know.
I wonder if Lisa's ok. She won't pick up her phone, but I'm sure she'll be fine...
Good luck to anyone reading this. I'm sure we'll survive