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Anonymous Wed 30 Oct 2024 15:17:17 No.70408661 Report

Zomboidanon again. Who's ready for another shitty zombie greentext?
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Anonymous Wed 30 Oct 2024 15:29:28 No.70408892 Report

>>70408661

>Subject: Lucy “Fang” Aaron
>Sex: Female
>Age: 24
>Status: Alive

>July 4th, 1993
>Muldraugh, KY
> 10:30 AM
>Fuck me…
>I should’ve been awake hours ago….
>Shuffling up and off of the couch, I walk over to the phone and pick it up.
>Still no service? You’d think they’d finish maintenance by now…
>Was gonna call ahead… fuck me…
>I go and shower, getting ready to go to Terry’s for the day.
>The cold water washes over my scales and feathers, causing me to jump.
>I thought I fucking paid that bill!
>Whatever. I make this shower as quick as possible.
>Dried, dressed, and a layer of make-up so I don’t look like the wreck I am
>After finishing up, I grab my keys and head out.

>July 5th, 1993
> 6:10 AM
>Man, last night was intense.
>We ordered some pizza and partied like there was no tomorrow.
>I bet Anon wishes he… were...

>I puke up the mix of cheap pizza and the 5 beers I had last night in Terry’s toilet.
>My head is absolutely killing me.
>I hope he doesn’t mind if I take some of the painkillers in his medicine
>He’s already asleep. He won’t mind.
>Couple painkillers washed back with some tap water makes the pain go away.
>I get my top back on and shake myself awake.
>Grabbing my shit, I’m soon stumbling out the door and into my car.
>Let’s see if momma can still drive hungover.

>July 5th, 1993
> 7:30 AM
>License and Registration… fucking pigs
>No officer, I was just heading home after a party.
>Swear to God, I’d do anything to get out of a ticket…

>July 5th, 1993
> 12:00 PM
>Finally home after nearly rear-ending a cop and doing some quick “Community Service”
>At least I didn’t get a ticket.
>Probation officer would’ve been PISSED.
>Hell, he would be pissed even more if he found out I fucked a cop.
>Who knew keeping rubbers in the glovebox would come in handy?
>Rifling through my fridge, I pull out the leftover Spiffo’s from a few days ago.
>Microwave it.
>Just watching it spin round and round...

Cont.

Anonymous Wed 30 Oct 2024 15:30:29 No.70408912 Report

Quoted By: >>70408939

>>70408892
>July 6th, 1993
> 3:00 PM
>Can’t even leave my house.
>People are starting to get sick, and the military set up checkpoints outside the city.
>Hell, even started seeing guys in yellow suits… the hazard cleaning kind…
>What the fuck…?
>Phone lines are still out, so I can’t call Terry or Morgan and check on them.
>TV’s saying to stay calm, but it’s hard to do that with the sudden influx of crayon eating dicks.
>Hopefully it’s nothing too serious.

>July 8th, 1993
> 2:40 PM
>Fuck Fuck FUCK!
>I just… I just killed someone!
>My heart is throbbing in my chest.
>It’s self-defense, right?
>Fucker lunged at me, so it has to be.
>I puke my guts out into a bush.
>All I wanted to do was check on my bandmates!
>Everyone was panicking.
>Screaming, yelling, then the tear gas got deployed.
>Just gotta keep going.
>Almost to Terry’s.

>July 8th, 1993
> 6:45 PM
>We made it out of the city.
>Crashed the car on the way out, so we’ve been footing it across the highway.
>Morgan’s leg is messed up, so one of us has to carry her.
>At least those… things, are more preoccupied by the people using guns… dumbasses.

>July 9th, 1993
>I… I’m sorry!
>I didn’t mean to-
>Please don’t hurt me!

>It’s been hours since we heard gunshots…
>Morgan’s Incapacitated… She’s doing fine now, but I’m worried about that scratch.
>Terry’s… gone.
>One of those things got him.
>Yeah… she’ll buy that, right?
>I check the bedroom to find where Morgan’s sleeping again
>She’s still asleep. No signs of… whatever happened to everyone else.
>Shutting the door, I peek through the curtains.
>Bodies shamble around in the dark, their silhouettes highlighted by what’s left of the moonlight.

Cont.

Anonymous Wed 30 Oct 2024 15:31:51 No.70408939 Report

Quoted By: >>70408964

>>70408912
>July 10th, 1993
>Morgan was asking about Terry.
>It hurts to lie, but it was him or me.
>She bought the story I fed her about the dead dragging him down.
>The rest of the day was spent scrounging up what few supplies were around.
>Some group of survivors were searching for us.
>Dangerous ones, too.
>I thought they saw me, but they seemed to just be after a zombie

>July 12th, 1993
>I dreamed about Anon again.
>At least, I think I did…
>We were at the beach, same as usual.
>I freaked out at him.
>And then… I bit him..?
>I know I didn’t do that!
>I couldn’t have, right?
>That asshole is alive!
>And when I find him…

>July 13th, 1993
>I’m on the road again.
>Morgan found out about what happened to Terry.
>I killed him.
>So what?
>It’s not my fault!
>He thought I was one of those freaks!
>It was just a scratch!

>July 18th, 1993
>I came across that group of survivors again.
>They’re definitely growing in numbers.
>And… Morgan’s with them.
>Her leg looks better, from the looks of it.
>But she looks sick.
>Zombie sick…
>I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.

Cont.

Anonymous Wed 30 Oct 2024 15:32:53 No.70408964 Report

Quoted By:

>>70408939
>July 24th, 1993
>Everything is stuck in a red haze.
>I can’t think.
>Nothing is working.
>I tried to bite someone again.
>I’m losing my fucking mind.
>The zombies aren’t even paying attention to me anymore.
>What’s wrong with them?!
>What’s wrong with me?!

>August, 1993
>I’m only barely conscious.
>Chewing on… something.
>Someone…?
>I can barely feel my wings anymore.
>Was it from over-preening?
>Are they even still there anymore?
>Swallowing down what’s left of my meal, I stand up and look around.
>Bodies.
>Rotting bodies.
>And yet, they’re all walking.
>Some bump into me, only to ignore me entirely.
>Am I still alive?
>Where’s…. Anon…?

>Months go by.
>I’m still walking the earth.
>My body is struggling to move.
>I’m struggling to breathe.
>I can see him.
>Please.
>Please run from me.
>I’m hideous.
>He just stands there, shuddering.
>He can’t even put me down
>We just stand there in the snow before he just… falls.
>No…
>I can’t lose you again!

>Tackling Anon down, I find myself feeling… warmer.
>I missed you, dweeb.
>Please don’t leave me.
>Just… hold me.
>Please…

>Whatever it was… it’s gone. Done. Death finally grips me in it’s cold embrace

>Time Survived: 5 months, 10 days
Final