The Zombie Apocalypse
You make it to the docks. Barely. As the gas runs out in the van, you sputter to a stop in front of a pier where a small sailboat bobs quietly in the water. You get aboard and sail off into the sunset.
Eventually, you reach a small island off the coast. You hope that the creatures could never make it this far. But it seems others had the same idea. The shore is littered with small boats.
As night falls, you make your way through the shallow water and onto shore. You quickly discover that the undead are much more active at night. They tear out of the woods at a full run.
You turn and run back to your boat, but the water trips you up and you fall. You're not sure which is worse: drowning or being eaten alive. Luckily for you, you get a bit of both.
Eventually, you reach a small island off the coast. You hope that the creatures could never make it this far. But it seems others had the same idea. The shore is littered with small boats.
As night falls, you make your way through the shallow water and onto shore. You quickly discover that the undead are much more active at night. They tear out of the woods at a full run.
You turn and run back to your boat, but the water trips you up and you fall. You're not sure which is worse: drowning or being eaten alive. Luckily for you, you get a bit of both.
