Zombie Leza18 Inoculations
- 4 years ago
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Dumpf polterte der leblose Körper zu Boden. Begleitet vom Platschen des Blutes und dann des Klimperns der Patronenhülse auf dem Boden. Der Schuss hallte in meinen Ohren nach.
Die Idee mit den angesägten Kugeln war wirklich gut! Sparte Munition. Ein einzelner Schuss war auch ungefährlicher. Den konnten die Infizierten, die "Stinker" wie ich sie nannte, nicht so gut lokalisieren.
Zwei Monate sind jetzt vergangen, seit Patient 0 bekannt wurde. Zwei Monate, die das menschliche, auch mein Leben von grundauf verändert haben.
Alle waren sie Tot, oder gebissen worden. Also infiziert. Was tot aber ziemlich nahe kam. Infizierte waren nicht mehr wirklich menschlich. Sie hörten nicht auf ihre Namen, kommunizierten nicht mehr, dachten nur noch begrenzt. Diese Zombies waren meist doof, aber trotzdem, oder deswegen gefährlich!
Komisch, dass diese Zombiefilme, die eigentlich Fiktion sein sollten, genau diese Symptome zeigten. Oft genau das, was mir jetzt gerad passiert! Absurd!!
Oh, entschuldigung! ich habe mich noch gar nicht vorgestellt!
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