Profile - Arijog
Weaponry - .22 semiautomatic Ruger Rifle, kitchen knife, my dad's Glock 19
Clothing - Just the clothes on my back.
Inventory - Pizza, a frying pan, a backpack, and other useless stuff.
Age: Thirteen years, one month, nineteen days.
Location: Colorado.
I woke up in my house to find myself quarantined. I shot the bubble and I escaped. My parents were zombies. I unwillingly shot and killed them with my .22 rifle. Then I turned on the TV. I watched some Doctor Who and the news. The news said, "BREAKING NEWS! ZOMBIE OUTBREAK! The reporter said, "There is currently a zombie outbreak in the US. Number of people infected is unknown." The reporter was making the stupid mistake of standing outside. A zombie walked up behind him and bit his neck. The scream was HORRIBLE. There was lots of blood. I immediately turned off the TV. An hour later, I decided to walk to Sonic and grab a slushie (FREE SLUSHIE WOOT). Halfway there, I got hit in the back of the head with something metallic and heavy. I was knocked out. <NOT DEAD>
I'm back. Oh yeah.