Chapter 1

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You may think this story has many people, but those people are not people no more. Well ladies and gentlemen this is now the United States of Freddyland.

Its amazing how things can turn from bad to no mans land. And why and I'm still alive while everybody around me has turned to flesh. Well, its because I have a huge list of rules. One rule is rule number one to surviving freddyland, Cardio. When zombies started to come, for a very a clear reason, the first ones to go were the fat people. (Ex. Aaghh.....the man tries to run from the zombie,but gets caught.) Poor fat man. And another rule is double tap. When surviving freddyland, you need to get a gun and know how to use it. Also when you shoot a zombie, don't be a dummy, just one more clean shot to the head..... Ex.( Girl screams and gets jumped by four zombies.)and this woman would have avoided becoming munched like an Apple. Those were rules one and two. Now I am going to skip a few. Rule number 13, when many people are the living dead and right by you. And the little children in your neighborhood are messed up-creepy little monsters, you have to focus on your own survival. Buckle up because its going to be a train wreck.

It wasn't always like this. Friday night in my college dorm by myself playing Call of Duty, with a pile of pizza boxes next to me and a bunch of wasted cups filled with sprite. Good thing my mom was not here because she would have beat the crap out of me. Anyways I have no dignity and a little confidence but that's in games, but in the real world I'm just a shy person who pretty much doesn't interact with anybody.

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⏰ Última actualización: Dec 30, 2015 ⏰

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