Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse – 2.8 Hours Later, London
My feet thud against the wet, pitch-black muddy park, my heart pumping in time to their beat – I’m only vaguely aware of the fact that I’m screaming, my terrified shrieks merging with those of my fellow survivors and the terrible groans of the figures staggering – and now sprinting – towards me through the darkness. 03 November, 2012 / 25 Comments