The sad news is, I didn't write this. It's a high school English writing project authored by my 15 year-old son. The assignment was supposed to be skewed towards a specific audience. Looks as though the apple didn't fall to far from the tree, huh? Enjoy!
You wake up one morning ready for the big game, but something is
wrong. Out of your window you hear
sirens and car alarms. A blood curdling shriek pierces the surrounding cacophony
followed by rapid gun fire. You cautiously open your window and are bombarded
by the smell of smoke woven together with rotting flesh like a tapestry of
horror.
You, dear reader, are in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. But,
worry not, there is hope.
Seventy-two percent of all zombie related deaths occur between the
home and shelter. In order to avoid this, you must prepare.
Go to your closet
and grab your old helmet and other sports gear from that nostalgic bin in your
attic. Assuming you’re a respectable man, grab your baseball bat or other
autographed sports object.
Next, you flee your house and neighborhood in your
truck. If you don’t have a truck, simply steal one from your zombie neighbors.
As you speed out of your neighborhood, make sure to hit whichever zombie-fied
neighbor you liked the least.
Now that you’ve distanced yourself from any crowded city-like
areas, you must assemble a team of survivors. You are likely to come across a
young idealistic man/woman panicking on the roadside. When this happens, slam on
the brakes, open the passenger door and firmly bark a short gruff order such as
“get in the truck!” Soon after that, you
will encounter a young soldier desperately trying to reason with his now zombie
partners, a married couple, an arrogant S.W.A.T. team member, a young man who
is constantly making unfunny jokes and an attractive scientist trying to find a
zombie cure. They will bicker and argue, but you must inspire your team to work
together and stay alive.
Now that you have a team, you must lead them to shelter. The best shelters
are well fortified indoor stadiums. Or prisons. Both make great shelters.
Once
the shelter has been found, establish a defensive strategy. Assign positions to
each of your teammates based on their strengths. Send others out to find food
and water. Begin to establish living quarters. This is also a good time to see
which sports teams your fellow survivors root for. If you see that one of the
survivors supports your team’s rival, then feel free to feed them to the
zombies.
As your team of survivors return with food, you stride to your
shelter’s window. You might hear explosions as zombies trigger your fort’s mine
defenses and then the sound of survivors happily eating canned goods.
As you
smell the gun powder and recently retrieved chicken noodle soup, you, dear reader,
survived the zombie apocalypse.
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