cow
12-03-2005, 10:56 PM
Morning. I wake, crouched in a ball inside my 4 foot by 4 foot shelter. My eyes open only to stare at the grimy plastic wall of the portaloo, which I have not left for over three months. If God wanted an apocalypse then he's just going to have to wait till I'm ready.
I sit still on the cold metal toilet boll, feeling the portaloo sway back and forth as the basturds outside push against the walls. The portaloo rocks - I imagine it's a boat swaying on the cool blue ocean. I tell Lucy's head about the time I found a spider in my shoe - ~~~~ she's pretty.
It's breakfast. I'm hungry. If those zombies want a decent meal, I'm going to have to fatten up. Like every day, I pick up my pike, clamber to the top of the portaloo, and poke my body out of the hole in the ceiling. I peer out over the horizon. My plight is grim: I'm in a portaloo, in a field, in a park, and every dead stinker from this dead city is crowding around waiting for the world's last human to finally give himself up. Not I. They'll never taste my juicy chops
Around me, thousands of outstretched arms reach hopelessly in my direction. I gaze back and the mindless stupid faces of a city of zombie, before skewering one with my pike. With some effort, I hoist the zombie into my portaloo and then sink into it with my machete. Out pops its ribs, and after a few attempts I am able to light a fire by rubbing two ribs together. The discovery channel once showed natives doing this with sticks. A steak breakfast is served inside the oven of my metal toilet boll. Pass the salt Lucy... thanks babe.
edit: try reading my other one http://zpanic.hl2files.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=831
I sit still on the cold metal toilet boll, feeling the portaloo sway back and forth as the basturds outside push against the walls. The portaloo rocks - I imagine it's a boat swaying on the cool blue ocean. I tell Lucy's head about the time I found a spider in my shoe - ~~~~ she's pretty.
It's breakfast. I'm hungry. If those zombies want a decent meal, I'm going to have to fatten up. Like every day, I pick up my pike, clamber to the top of the portaloo, and poke my body out of the hole in the ceiling. I peer out over the horizon. My plight is grim: I'm in a portaloo, in a field, in a park, and every dead stinker from this dead city is crowding around waiting for the world's last human to finally give himself up. Not I. They'll never taste my juicy chops
Around me, thousands of outstretched arms reach hopelessly in my direction. I gaze back and the mindless stupid faces of a city of zombie, before skewering one with my pike. With some effort, I hoist the zombie into my portaloo and then sink into it with my machete. Out pops its ribs, and after a few attempts I am able to light a fire by rubbing two ribs together. The discovery channel once showed natives doing this with sticks. A steak breakfast is served inside the oven of my metal toilet boll. Pass the salt Lucy... thanks babe.
edit: try reading my other one http://zpanic.hl2files.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=831