Board Thread:Lores/@comment-30676083-20170323010255

Alright, radio's up. Takes forever for this thing to work. Alright, so this is S.D.M., as I'm calling it now, so uh..yeah. I haven't heard a lot of buzz about anything about what I'm doing, so maybe I'm just talking into the void....eh, probably not. People are always listening. Not in a creepy way. Anyways, this is uh..my story. I guess.

A couple days before the SANI hit, I lost my job. Why? I had recently bought guns and my company didn't trust me. So, I was out of a job with rent on my apartment approaching and I couldn't get hired. Sucks, right? I thought it could not get worse. I was so wrong.

I was woken up by screaming in the room next to me, and, like the dumb idiot I was, I investigated it. When I walk out, I see my first zombie. Caked blood all over their face, female, with a suspicously bloody body next to it. My immediate reaction was to yell, "Holy-" and then run back into my apartment. The zombie started to bang on the door while I turned on the TV. The reporter, who looked extremely on edge (props to whoever managed to keep that network running that long in the zombie apocalypse) and said that, "The S-SANI Cure looks to be the c-cause of this deadly..infection that turns into-oh screw it, it's zombies. If you can, head as far away as possible. I repe-" And then it cut off to the warning system. I picked up the gun I kept on my bed side, and cocked it.

The door broke down, and I shot the zombie sqaure..above it's head. Yeah, I was a bad shot. Took three more tries to shoot it in the head. I ran outside, killing another zombie in the process, and reloaded another mag. Oh, and I was shaking like crazy. I had just shot two people or, uh, zombies. It's not the thing you adjust to immedialty. I managed to meet up with two other survivors. The town was in chaos. People dying, getting eating, turning, you name it, it happened. Except for being burned by the steak. We had just stopped at an intersection when we heard the telltale sign of a military jet.

I only remember diving for cover only to wake up in a military hospital. Yep, I got bombed. It was maybe a year or so after the beginning of the apocaylpse. I had been in a coma for a year.

Alright, that's as much juice as this radio can handle, so, stay safe. Also, I was asked by a survivor: What weapon do you use? Barret 50c all the way, baby. Along with rambo. Also, S.N.R., if you're listening, I would like to hear your location. Just want to know for saftey reasons. SmanDaMan, out. 