Damn quick zombies
Nov. 14th, 2008 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
riariOoookay. I should not be watching Left 4 Dead commercials before bed. Or maybe watching ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mwerevu play the demo for a bit finally filtered through my brain. Who knows. But I had a dream full of having to shoot down quick moving zombies.
I was part of a team that was systematically clearing out zombies in an open area as we went but we were getting overwhelmed. So we were backtracking. I was shooting cold-laced arrows at them before I finally got tired and someone threw me a gun. (Yeah I think magic was involved there.)
We ended up what we thought was a safe spot in a small village. Part of the team went to do recon and I was trying to find more ammo because I had half a clip and needed more. A teammember tossed me a clip to see if it fit that gun. Luckily it fit. (What do I know about guns? :P) I saw one of our leaders talking to a stranger that was weird. Like the person didn't care if there were zombies around. They didn't seem to attack them. The rest of the team ignored them, but not without some muttered words on the subject.
Ready to go, another couple of us split off to walk around and see if any villages could give us supplies. But they were acting a bit odd. Like some of them were normal but there were a few we quickly skirted around because of their behavior. We didn't want to cause trouble. It was the last house we approached that we ended up pulling our guns on. Because zombies burst out of it. We took care of them quickly and then heard on the radios to fall back to our safe spot. That we had a horde of zombies approaching. The village turned out to be a trap. We hurried to get back but it was a fight the whole way.
Annnnnd that's about when my dad's alarm woke me up. When a bunch of zombies was about to surround our small team. Yeesh.
mwerevu play the demo for a bit finally filtered through my brain. Who knows. But I had a dream full of having to shoot down quick moving zombies. I was part of a team that was systematically clearing out zombies in an open area as we went but we were getting overwhelmed. So we were backtracking. I was shooting cold-laced arrows at them before I finally got tired and someone threw me a gun. (Yeah I think magic was involved there.)
We ended up what we thought was a safe spot in a small village. Part of the team went to do recon and I was trying to find more ammo because I had half a clip and needed more. A teammember tossed me a clip to see if it fit that gun. Luckily it fit. (What do I know about guns? :P) I saw one of our leaders talking to a stranger that was weird. Like the person didn't care if there were zombies around. They didn't seem to attack them. The rest of the team ignored them, but not without some muttered words on the subject.
Ready to go, another couple of us split off to walk around and see if any villages could give us supplies. But they were acting a bit odd. Like some of them were normal but there were a few we quickly skirted around because of their behavior. We didn't want to cause trouble. It was the last house we approached that we ended up pulling our guns on. Because zombies burst out of it. We took care of them quickly and then heard on the radios to fall back to our safe spot. That we had a horde of zombies approaching. The village turned out to be a trap. We hurried to get back but it was a fight the whole way.
Annnnnd that's about when my dad's alarm woke me up. When a bunch of zombies was about to surround our small team. Yeesh.
