Oh my god! I'm in the apocalypse with Smosh! When I saw all their faces, I remembered the name. This is too kick-ass. I came out of the third bedroom where I left all my stuff and as I walked back out, David was talking and everyone stared at me. "So blondie, how's your fighting skills?" Inquired some guy with hair longer than mine. Of course, my hair was cut close to my head anyway. "She's good, trust me." Said David. I smiled at him, grateful for his support. I wonder if he's into me. "Alright that sound good everyone?" David ended. I broke out of my thoughts. Everyone was moving outside, grabbing weapons and such. I went forward and took the last thing available, a broom. I'll make do. Clearly, I need to prove to the rest that I'm worth keeping around. David hastily put up the ladder and we all got on the roof. "This is so one person at a time can practice fighting, and we can all watch to make sure they won't be ambushed." He glanced down at the Josh guy's grave. Aw, he's so sensitive. "I'll go first!" I eagerly volunteered. Hair guy looked me up and down and then to my weapon. "Are you sure?" He asked. I snapped the sweeping part off the broomstick under my foot. They all stared. Especially the short one. I wanted David to stare. I jumped off the roof. One walker lunged towards me instantly. I twirled the stick in my hands and sent it through the walker's skull. I yanked it back out quickly and impaled another behind me. A group of them assembled in front of me. I performed a back handspring upper cutting one of them with my foot. I got up and faced them. I then continued to nunchuk the rest of them. I climbed onto the roof, ignoring the gaping mouths.
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The Walking Dead (SMOSH Edition)
FanfictionThe zombie apocalypse is upon us. See how Youtubers rock the dystopian doomsday in a world that belongs to the dead. "Atlanta is gone. It belongs to the dead now." -Rick Grimes (The Walking Dead)
