Day 52
Dear Diary,
Rations running low again. Snuck out of the basement to forage. The apocalypse seems to be on a low ebb. Foraged my way to the local supermarket and ran into a zombie almost immediately.
“Put your mask on!” it shrieked.
“I distracted it by…putting a mask on and was able to escape and evade.“
The peril was quite perilous for long, tense moments. The zombie huffed and glared at me. It wanted my brains, I’m sure of it. I distracted it by…putting a mask on and was able to escape and evade into the supermarket and continued foraging.
Later on I was ducking and covering, stacking up bodies, ridding this world of the apocalypsey scourge.
My son betrayed me, shooting me in the back.
Sonofabitch!
I ended up resetting the whole damn game!
Author: Ken Gack
Ken is terrible at video games and his son has been known to assassinate him when playing with great glee.
He is also a very poor loser and has been known to ground his son for assassinating him.
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