Date: 1/15/2018
By meeshell
There was a zombie virus outbreak, and we (vague group) spent an unknown period of time (weeks?) avoiding the zombies. I was inside of a game, but it felt like reality. Eventually there came a day when we no longer had to worry about running from zombies. I was sitting around, relaxing with others and thinking about how this was so much nicer in comparison. I found out that we finally got a break from the zombies, because all of them had been quarantined in one room of a building. But someone decided that it was a good idea to open the door to that room briefly, and before they did it I didn't worry about the risk. But opening that door caused the infection to start spreading outside of the quarantined room and I was worried that we would have to live like before, always running from zombies. I started gathering my belongings and getting ready to leave with my sister. We had our things packed up in a car, but I realized that I forgot my phone charger and went back into the building where we were staying, also where the quarantined room was. I didn't end up getting my charger because of my friend's ex-husband who was preventing me from getting it for some reason... By the time I got outside, somehow our things had spilled out of the car and onto the ground, and an infected guy was touching it. I didn't think it was safe for us to take those things with us, so all I was left with was my phone and no charger... Eventually I was talking to a woman from work and an ex about the game. The other woman and I said that we didn't want to play the game anymore, because it caused too much anxiety. I said something about how my ex wouldn't let that stop him from playing the game because he was addicted to gaming.