Survival
"GAME OVER."
Sean stared at the screen with a smile on his face. Written under the Game Over message was: "NEW HIGH SCORE! SEAN B."
Sean and his friend Tim had been competing against each other for the last two years, to see who could beat the high score on Zombie Apocalypse...
and Sean had finally done it.
"YEAH! In your face," yelled Sean.
"It's only a game," replied Tim, with a sombre look of defeat upon his face.
"So...Five Dollars wasn't it?"
"What Five Dollars?"
"The winner gets Five Dollars. Remember? We shook on it."
Sean smiled and held out his hand.
Forecefully, Tim dug around in his pocket and pulled out a brand new Five Dollar note, and regretting he even made the stupid bet, reluctantly handed over the money to Sean.
"Well, now that we've beaten the game, let's go get a bite to eat."
"You're paying right? I mean you took my last Five Dollars," laughed Tim.
"What, do I look like an ATM to you? Use your card."
They both left Horror-rifica Arcade laughing, and talking over what they had just accomplished whilst heading towards their nearest food store. On the way, they saw some unusual happenings. An old man was seen coughing blood down an alley, a woman seemed to be biting what looked like her friend, and two men were dragging themselves along the ground making funny noises.
The boys at this point thought nothing of this. If they had known what those weird, unusual things meant right then, they would have ran home, locked the doors and pretended this was all just a truly horrific nightmare. But who can predict the future?
Sean stared at the screen with a smile on his face. Written under the Game Over message was: "NEW HIGH SCORE! SEAN B."
Sean and his friend Tim had been competing against each other for the last two years, to see who could beat the high score on Zombie Apocalypse...
and Sean had finally done it.
"YEAH! In your face," yelled Sean.
"It's only a game," replied Tim, with a sombre look of defeat upon his face.
"So...Five Dollars wasn't it?"
"What Five Dollars?"
"The winner gets Five Dollars. Remember? We shook on it."
Sean smiled and held out his hand.
Forecefully, Tim dug around in his pocket and pulled out a brand new Five Dollar note, and regretting he even made the stupid bet, reluctantly handed over the money to Sean.
"Well, now that we've beaten the game, let's go get a bite to eat."
"You're paying right? I mean you took my last Five Dollars," laughed Tim.
"What, do I look like an ATM to you? Use your card."
They both left Horror-rifica Arcade laughing, and talking over what they had just accomplished whilst heading towards their nearest food store. On the way, they saw some unusual happenings. An old man was seen coughing blood down an alley, a woman seemed to be biting what looked like her friend, and two men were dragging themselves along the ground making funny noises.
The boys at this point thought nothing of this. If they had known what those weird, unusual things meant right then, they would have ran home, locked the doors and pretended this was all just a truly horrific nightmare. But who can predict the future?