Apocalypse

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Our plan was successful up until the part where we actually got the food. There was no more left, just as I expected. The two turned to me, tears in their eyes. They really were hungry. I told them the back-up plan I came up with that they rejected, hoping the original plan would actually work. We were to go to the vending machine and raid it. First, we had to get the rulers back, so we came up with a diversion. We went to the library, which was almost completely empty of zombies, and grabbed a trashy looking book. We threw it away from the rulers, away from the direction we were planning to head, and they went for the book. We didn't have much time, so we sprinted, as fast as our starving stomachs, our weakened legs could take us. We grabbed the rulers in one fell swoop and kept running. When we were about half-way there, we all had to stop and take a breather. You can't get far without food. After about 30 seconds of us catching our breath, we fast-walked the rest of the way. Luckily, there weren't many more zombies we had to deal with. We finally arrived at the vending machine, all three of us out of breath and panting. We tried to pull the door open, it wouldn't budge. We tried punching out the glass, it wouldn't break. We tried everything, but nothing would work. The three of us slumped down onto the ground, still catching our breath. We discussed plans to get it open, but were rudely interrupted by the sound of zombies. We all looked at each other, eyes filled with pure terror. What were we to do?