Zombies
Halloween nears. The dead begin to rise. Scripts come back from the great abyss known as the Trash and haunt us mere mortals.
I was minding my own business, flying through the mysterious land known as 1.5.6. Suddenly, a swarm of green boxes descended on me and started ravenously biting and clawing me. I pulled out my shotgun and started blasting them, but they soon overpowered me. My knees gave under the intense pressure and I collapsed to the ground.
They covered me and I was barely able to breathe. I blacked out and awoke at my home, unsure of how I had got there.












