Chapter 3 Here's The Plan...
"So here's the plan...anyone wanna weigh in on an idea?" i say looking at at everyone else. rowan puts up his hand and points out "i wanna weigh in on the fact we haven't thought of shit." "touche" i say scratching my chin. "i have an idea!" i say suddenly "what be the idea running around your head?" says chas. "step one, raid the refridgerator of the food. put it in bakpacks. head to my house..." i start to say but am cut off by iann, "why do we go to your home first?"
"because if you didn't know, i have a very nice VAN in my DRIVEWAY and this would be a good chance to prove your bullshit about you being able to drive iann..." i say. "so after we get to your house then what?" says chas. "we go from there...im making this up as we go." i say. "what if the van isn't there?" asks rowan "then we improvise" i say calmly. "improvising? ugh...i hate when we do that..." says Chas.
after successfully raiding the fridge like pirates and stuffing stuff into our packs like a squirrel on the last day of autumn, we exited the house and snuck around for a bit dodging serveral encounters with the undead which i can now confirm as zombies...i mean, unless thats some kind of creepy new fashion im pretty sure people aren't supposed to have one eye hanging out and half there face ripped off. after a while we came into an area where we had to fight to continue. "3...2...1...go! AIM FOR THE HEAD!" i yell as we run into the group of zombies "BATTER UP!" yells rowan as he violently removed the head with the bat and it went flying. "That's a home-run bitches!" he adds. I Run And Jump And Kick A Zombie In The Stomach Landing On Him. "FORE!" I Say Swinging the Bat At The Mindless Head Like A Golf Club Smacking It Off. "Search The Homes!" I Say Moving into A House. About 3 Minuetes In I Here Iann Yell "Dibs On The...OH SHIT, Help!" We All Bolt To The Room He's In And We Get There Just In Time To see A Dark Figure Sitting On Him Clawing At Him. Rowan Hits It In The Head With A Baseball Bat While Chas Finishes Him Off. The Run Over To Iann To Help Him Up I Walk Over To The Zombie. I Can See It Now, It's Wearing A Hood, At The Time Of infection It Was A Boy, He Looks Just Like...It Can't Be..."Got A Hunter over Here" I Say "Hunter? Like... From 'Left 4 Dead'?" Asks Chas "Just Like From Left 4 Dead"