Hiding from the enemy and zombies

Date: 12/10/2018

We were hiding from a horde of zombies on the rooftop of what we thought was an abandoned building, when they found us. So we ran through the door on the roof, and down a whole bunch of stairs, we had to make sure we were out of their line of sight before darting in to a room, because they’d just follow us there otherwise. So we make it in to the bottom floor, and there’s a door partially blocked by another door, so we go in to that room, and close the door behind us. Once in, we see that all the windows have some kind of metal mesh on the outside, which would make it borderline impossible to escape. We were in some kind of workshop, and we realised this place probably wasn’t abandoned. There were other “enemies playing out there, humans. Anyway, walking further in to the workshop, I see a blue door that leads outside, and it’s unlocked. I tell the two girls I’m with that I found a door, and I was about to lock it, when one of the girls said “don’t lock it, because if whoever it belongs to comes back and finds it locked, they’ll know we’re here” So not long afterwards, some armed guards are walking past: the “enemy”. We hide in the workshop, silent, although if they came in, there’d be nowhere to go. All I was thinking of was that if they found us, they’d probably torture us, by feeding us to the zombies. I knew it hurt having your skin torn away from the bone by blunt teeth, which is what scared me the most. It would be a long death. * So eventually we make it out, I think maybe they hauled away that’s section if the building, and we’re being taken down this really nice, rich, untouched looking neighbourhood. There’s now a bunch of kids with us for some reason, who when we were leaving, they put up their middle fingers at the guards who didn’t seem to notice us. We thought we’d managed to escape and that they didn’t know we were back here. We pulled up in to some cul de sac area, where some guy was putting oil in to a yellow Audi. A guard came on, and told us to get off. We came off slowly, and the guy who was putting oil in his Audi came over and greeted us, he seemed nice enough, but these people were supposed to be the enemy. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but I assumed he was going to use us as child slaves. He sat us down, and spoke to us, even introduced s few people to us. We all played along, obviously not wanting to get punished, and we waited for what was to come. The place looked nice enough.