Board Thread:Lores/@comment-27361638-20180703071814

July 1st: Expedition Location: Unknown

We were sitting in the back of a truck. It was around 7pm. The weather was particularly stormy. My blue hair was wildly waving in the wind as Sam and I were having a heated exchange.

Me: Smores only have 1 layer! Sam: A smore is just the general term for a marshmallow and chocolate between two crackers! M: You can't just have a layered smore and still call it a regular smore. S: It's like adding other things in between. It's still called a s-

At that moment Sam was cut off by an ear-piercing explosion and the truck being launched into the air. Everything was blurry. When I came to my senses a few seconds later, I saw a group of a dozen zombies advancing towards us. I assessed my wounds. I had a large blood stain on my shirt. I looked over the truck. The front was crushed in. There's no way the driver survived. And then I caught a glimpse of blue. What I saw after looking up horrified me. A charged brute.

I heard a scream. It was Sam trying to fight off a leaper. Axe in hand, I ran off to help but when I took one step I felt an intense pain in my leg. I fell over letting out a yelp. I looked at the advancing group of zombies. Before making any further plans, I shot off the leaper on Sam. I threw a molotov at the incoming horde. I was then launched into the air by another explosion. After the fall, I was screaming and coughing up blood. Sam was trying desperately to fight off the horde of zombies that had just gotten here with a katana. The brute was walking up to me. It looked like the end for us. And then, a lone survivor with a hood and robes ran up to me. He drank out of a small glass bottle. I recognised this item from some stories I heard. The Phial of Galadriel. With a few well placed hits and shots, he dispatched the brute. He threw a med kit at me before taking out a minigun. I threw a grenade and started shooting at them to not seem completely useless. I then frantically patched up my wounds, tears streaking down my face from the pain. He mowed down the horde of zombies before disappearing into the shadows just as fast as he appeared. I limped towards Sam who quickly grabbed my shoulder and supported me. I handed over a pack off pills which Sam quickly devoured. We advanced forwards discussing what had happened. 