Board Thread:R2D - General Discussion/@comment-24971471-20150524041903/@comment-25394521-20150524104702

Today, I was a zombie. I was on my usual business, trying to find some good old rotten food on the marketplace. To my despise, all of them were fresh. I didn't like anything fresh other than the fresh living meat of humans and animals. So, I kept searching for at least food on the floor, then suddenly, I heard a rattle. It's not the rattle of that of a snake or a maraca, but it was of something sounding really deadly.

It was a rattle of a tree cutting chainsaw. He mumbled furiously to his members and led them all to the marketplace. I hid in the storage room to try and defend myself. All I understood from these humans was "food, mates!". I was scared for my life. I have never been scared of my own prey.

I looked out of the metal screen door to see them. They didn't know I was there yet, and they searched everywhere. My inevitable bloody death was coming very soon.

They opened the metal screen door I was beside. I covered myself and said "nuhhhh".

They danced on front of me.

They danced and danced and carried me to this camp full of humans as well, and called me "Hey guys, this zombie is so damn funny! We call him the "looooollll" zombie!

It was the scariest day of my life, and the most mysterious as well.

I am here, on front of this rock, encoding my stories. I hope you fellow zombies never experience the horror I have experienced.