I'm dead. As in, stamina dead, not zombie dead. I don't think zombies can write diary entries. Anyway, I just came back from a supply run. Thank god for only dumb zombies along the way. Ok, I know you reading is all confused so I'll just recap back what happened after I woke up after being sucked in this game.
Well, I don't remember how long I was out for but it was still day time when I woke on a plank bed on the floor in a hot dusty shed and remember I told you about moaning noises and gun shootings I heard? Well, I was scared, of course I didn't dare to go out or peek out to check. Why? Hello. No one watch zombie movies anymore? When you are in a zombie apocalypse situation and hear gun shots and moaning zombies, you stay indoors, hide and pray for the best. And, I'm good in killing 2D graphic zombies, not actual ones, even this is a game whatever.
When the moaning and the gun shot subsided and I heard HUMAN cheers, well, then, that means the humans won. I mean, something that sounded like humans, won. I cowered in the corner of course, with a blanket as my shield. Then someone kicked the shed door open.
LIMO!?
Limo was standing in front of me! Ok. I have to rewind this a bit. Tell you about Limo.
Limo is my colleague. He is…think Bymax. Ok, maybe smaller than Bymax but yeah, that's Limo. Limo works with me at the game company but he was there way before I join the company, like an antique. He is also a lot older than I was. I was chucked into his team to design Attack Of The Zombies with Beach, you can say he knows a lot but also very little at the same time. I know, it's complicated to explain this. Think of it this way, he knows everything about games, but when it comes to topics OUT of games, it's better you talk to the wall. At least the walls gives you echo.
Limo told us before he was called Limo because his dad was a limo driver and because he used to drive for this really important rich dude, he decided to honor that dude by naming his son after the car. Well, that's the origin of his name. Limo is still single but he has a pet kitty and likes to eat hot dogs. Never saw anyone eating as much hot dogs as him.
"You up kiddo?"
The Limo in front of me is covered in foul smell, fire powder and whatever urgh smell but he is munching a burger without a care for the foul smell now filling up this small shed.
"You want food kiddo?" he offered me the half-bitten burger to me. Really? Nope. I could only shake my head to indicate no. He laughed and shouted to whoever listening outside, "Yo everyone, he up! Alive!" turned around and walked away.
Another shadow appeared in front of the door. Another young man.
"If you aren't dead, get up and come out," the dude's voice is deep, soothing to hear but also sounded very commanding. You don't mess with voices like that so I got my butt up and walked slowly out. The sun was freaking hot.
The shed room I came out from was actually a part of a settlement. Besides Limo and that dude who commanded me out, there were a lot of other people around, everyone looked very busy and the foul smell lingered. Urgh.
I heard Limo laughed somewhere around the corner, with a bunch of other, powerful looking people. The rest of the people looked like they were busy with something, everything, not that I dared to talk to anyone.
"Yo kiddo, over here," Limo waved for me to go their direction which I did, still gripping my new best friend blankie. Those bunch of people just turned their attention to me. Limo stuffed his mouth with burger again as I walked along. I'm not sure if my Limo does the same ever with hot dogs. Totally not the time to think about that, I guess.
"Stop," the dude who commanded me to come out, commanded me to stop. Under the sun, I saw him clearer but I'll describe him later. Now I have to make sure if this a game I woke up to, I should start to learn the strategy to keep myself alive. If this is a not a game, damn, I'm dreaming for way too long and someone need to wake me up.
"You hungry?" Limo asked between his chews. I saw lettuce flying out of his mouth. Only then I noticed these bunch of people were standing surrounding a long table with food. Wow, buffet in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.
"You sure you could trust him?" what the hell? The dude with the soothing voice totally doesn't trust me.
"No but what the heck, we have time to find out," Limo laughed.
What the hell with the brutal honesty? My feelings are hurt.
Then a pretty lady came forward to me. She wore really thick makeup but it looked good on her. Walked to me with a plate of food. I didn't know if I should retreat or not but I stood my ground at least.
"Eat. You wouldn't get any food after the sun sets and that's in two hours," she said.
She looked really familiar.
"Yo Beach, you want two meat patties on your burger or one?" another dude cooking on a grill called out.
"Two," she answered with total sass. It's only for a burger.
Wait, BEACH!?
Ok, I gotta stop this entry and go now, Beach is being REALLY bitchy about the next supply run coordination plan. She is only this bitchy if it involves scavenging for make-up.
Signing off,
Touya369