Another day I thought. but how wrong was I, huh?
Wake up and dress for the day. Get up, and enjoy some weekend. Then a very odd occurence took place. Loud, booming noises of a helicopter above me. I rushed out, just in time for the announcement.
"Any survivors, get into the nearest vehicle and go as fast as you can to Euphoria! Previously Birkdale, it has been controlled by military personel! Spare no time, it is the only safe place!"
He trailed on, but the helicopter was far too fast. Well, I heard him, and so would my family, right?
I went inside and encountered nightmare fuel. I was met face-to-face with my own brother, Hayden, his skin peeling, balding, wrinkling beast was more than enough indication that my legs could not stay frozen much longer.
I burst out the front door. The man in the helicopter told me Birkdale was safe. Well, I suppose I trust him more than my shambling corpse of a brother. Oh god, I'm going to be sick. I throw up in the bushes, but a pounding on glass shows I dont have time for delay. I rush into our car and start the engine. Alright, I've seen my parents do this. I pull the car out of the driveway and almost forget to put the car into gear. It lurches forward, and I'm going 70 to Birkdale and am there within 5 minutes.
This is not pretty. I hear gunshots bursting at the gate, and see men and women and children fall by every shot. They see the black SUV and frantically wave me towards the barricades, and then let me into the town. I pull off the side of the road, and the car lurches up onto it. It's parked and I'm out throwing up, whether at the sight of my grotesque sibling or the constant gunfire I'm not sure. I grab the nearest soldier and snap louder than I would want, "What going on?!" My response was a little less polite than I would like, but I'm thrown onto the street and told to run towards the theater.
Well, this day is derailing fast.
