Post by Jamian Thomas McCovy on Nov 4, 2012 20:56:32 GMT -5
[/center]Jamian glanced at the dresser in front of the door one more time, then looked back to his notebook. He and Bailey had barricaded the door and the windows of the Hermes cabin. He was positive that zombies where coming; after all, the first stage of the flu had all the symptoms of being the first stage of the zombie virus. If they didn't act fast, all the inflicted campers would die, then come alive again like zombies. They had gotten food, salt, water, soda and almost every other thing they needed. They where even ready in what they where wearing! Jamian had a military jacket on, as well as a strap around his chest with salt capsules and he had war makeup on. If they invaded, Bailey and him would be ready.
Looking back to his notebook, he scribbled down a few more things. He had taken inventory, made a checklist and a plan on how to survive. Bailey was in the bathroom getting into his "war gear", and Jamian was determined to have this done once he came out. No one else besides him and Bailey were in the cabin, so it made him feel jumpy when a sound was made. He had tried to knock some sense into a few other people, but they had just shut him down. But him and Bailey were going to stop the dang flu before a bunch of people died, and that is why he scribbled down, "five tanks of laughing gas" in Ancient Greek.
Yup. Laughing gas was the cure; they had to set some up in the vents and wait for them to explode into euphoria, then all they had to do was heal from stage one of the zombie virus. Or, ZV1, as Jamian and Bailey called it. ZV1 was bad. Really, really bad. Jamian had no intention of anyone eating his brains. None. What-so-ever. And he was pretty sure that Bailey didn't either.
Getting up, Jamian grinned at the glorious pile of soft drinks and canned goods that rested in the middle of the cabin. They had snuck them out of the mess hall earlier that day, and he picked them up and set them in the ice-filled cooler. Then he turned to his bed and scribbled down "12 soda cans" in the notebook. He thought for a moment, then picked up his pencil again. "1211 soda cans" He corrected, opening one of the cans and taking a sip of Dr. Pepper. Not only where they going to stop and survive the zombie apocalypse, they where going to drink soda while doing it. Awesome, right?