Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-25364703-20160220054127

---I was bored so I decided to type up something. I didn't know which forum to post in, so I posted it here.

I sprint from behind an awkwardly placed building to find dozens of zombies blocking my path. I slowly pull my glock from my side and take aim at my targets. All the zombies are obliterated, never to be heard from again. I continue walking to the extraction point, it is said a rescue helicopter will be ariving soon. But something isn't right. I get the feeling that something bad is going to occur real soon. I start walking slowly trying to guess what is going to happen, but with no luck I continue on. Soon after I am ambushed from four sides by a horde of zombies. I pull my MP5 off my back and blast away at them, wasting all my ammo. But it is no use, the zombies surround me and I am slowly being eaten. I feel my flesh being torn and my bones being crunched. Suddenly the horde is blown apart, the zombies fly everywhere. Standing on the rooftop of a nearby building is a tank(from Reason 2 Die) holding a bazooka. He stares down at me, staright into my soul. I instantly know how he feels. He has come to aid me in my quest to survive. He begs for forgiveness after throwing all those rocks at me in R2D and tormenting the noobs. I accept his apology and let him help me. We continue on through the town and blast zombies to particles. We are the best team ever.. But suddenly I feel very bad, very sick, very ill. I fall to the ground and stare across the street. There on the other side is a brute, his face gives me great fear, his feet stomping on the ground give me chills. He throws a club at me, ready to end my life. But the tank jumps in the way and his body parts are exploded across time and space. The only thing that remains of him is in my heart. I gather courage and take a stand. New bravery brewing in my heart I stare back at the brute. His face changes from smugness to fear. He starts to run, but I am faster. I chase him down and pin him to the ground. I punch his face over and over again. He can take no more. I end him with the very club he used to take poor tank's life. I am satisfied. I soon leave on the helicopter knowing one thing:

Tank will always be with me in my heart, and his bravey will always be remembered. We forgive you tank.

if you don't understand anything that just happened:

-read it again and again and again 