Over the course of the next 2 days, Janson had to act like he wasn't planning a gruesome escape plan... Which may or may not have to do with bashing zombie's skulls open like a platter of soft boiled eggs. The thought alone ruined his view of the dish. "Aaaaand... DONE! Finally! It's been ages since i first started mapping the walls, and look at us now! All done!" he exclaimed, whoops echoing throughout his home. "Now this, THIS calls for some celebratory corn on the cob!" he leaned back in his seat, hands on the nape of his neck listening to some podcast he found on the radio about a subject he didn't really about, he just needed the background noise to tune out the moans and groans of the kiwi-fuzz coated zombies just a couple of floors down his window. He slowly dozed off to sleep. Then woke up again. This cycle began all because of a repetitive dream, exactly like the one he had that night. This continued until the morning.
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Beyond those walls
Science FictionThe whole world outside of the walls of Parka State was infected by a deadly fungi called Ophiocordyceps. Life had been the same for the past 20 years.... Then they heard a scream. A vaguely familiar one, at that.
