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Imma-Snow-Bunneh made the form

time to start the story broooski:
i was in my fathers office, i was... nine i think, yeah nine. anyways it was my birthday and as a little treat my dad decided to bring me to his office.
It was just great sitting down, listening to my phone while he went about business, the general is a busy man he would tell me.
A man came around at 3:32 blubbering about something called a "Z monster" though it could have been anything, he was panting and coughing so much it might have been "bee toaster"
I remember my father getting up, placing his jacket on my shoulders and whispering in my ear
"barricade the door"
with that he left, and i have never seen him so determined, his head held high, his back straight and a gun held tightly by his side.
he left with silence, he left with determination, and now that i look back to it he left with every ounce of bravery.
when he left i locked the door, i started pushing the desk in front of the door, which was exhausting for a nine year old girl. i grabbed whatever i could and barricaded the door.
i remember hearing load moaning and groaning, gun shots and screams.
but i stayed in that office, i was so lucky that the office was underground, no windows and the ventilation couldn't hold anything bigger then a mouse.
i stayed in there for what seemed like hours, eventually falling asleep.
i woke up to................. silence.
i decided i needed food, being a nine year old i would go to great lengths to pig out on anything i could. but i wasnt stupid.
i took the magazines left on my fathers desk and wrapped them around any easily taken limbs like arms and shins.
i pulled his jacket on, i grabbed my back pack and left, with a trusty lampshade as a weapon.
i sneaked past quite easily when i removed everything from the door.
what i saw before me was an array of dead people, i carefully stepped over them, trying my very best not to be too loud, but i was crying all the same.
i turned to the stairs, i got to the lobby and realized there were... corpses, limping around like dumb hospital patients. at first they didn't notice me, that was until i entered clear view, they slowly turned to me with slopping stupid expressions, they had blood on their lips.
"cannibals" i mumbled as the corpses walked to me, i swung my lamp and got past them pretty quickly.
I made mental note that aiming at the head was a good move, keeping my mouth shut was also a good move.

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Imma-Snow-Bunneh made the form

time to start the story broooski:
i was in my fathers office, i was... nine i think, yeah nine. anyways it was my birthday and as a little treat my dad decided to bring me to his office.
It was just great sitting down, listening to my phone while he went about business, the general is a busy man he would tell me.
A man came around at 3:32 blubbering about something called a "Z monster" though it could have been anything, he was panting and coughing so much it might have been "bee toaster"
I remember my father getting up, placing his jacket on my shoulders and whispering in my ear
"barricade the door"
with that he left, and i have never seen him so determined, his head held high, his back straight and a gun held tightly by his side.
he left with silence, he left with determination, and now that i look back to it he left with every ounce of bravery.
when he left i locked the door, i started pushing the desk in front of the door, which was exhausting for a nine year old girl. i grabbed whatever i could and barricaded the door.
i remember hearing load moaning and groaning, gun shots and screams.
but i stayed in that office, i was so lucky that the office was underground, no windows and the ventilation couldn't hold anything bigger then a mouse.
i stayed in there for what seemed like hours, eventually falling asleep.
i woke up to................. silence.
i decided i needed food, being a nine year old i would go to great lengths to pig out on anything i could. but i wasnt stupid.
i took the magazines left on my fathers desk and wrapped them around any easily taken limbs like arms and shins.
i pulled his jacket on, i grabbed my back pack and left, with a trusty lampshade as a weapon.
i sneaked past quite easily when i removed everything from the door.
what i saw before me was an array of dead people, i carefully stepped over them, trying my very best not to be too loud, but i was crying all the same.
i turned to the stairs, i got to the lobby and realized there were... corpses, limping around like dumb hospital patients. at first they didn't notice me, that was until i entered clear view, they slowly turned to me with slopping stupid expressions, they had blood on their lips.
"cannibals" i mumbled as the corpses walked to me, i swung my lamp and got past them pretty quickly.
I made mental note that aiming at the head was a good move, keeping my mouth shut was also a good move.