I got COVID after taking all precautions because my father didn’t wear a mask and took it home. I was sick for a month. I only left my bed to use the bathroom or eat. I literally slept the rest of the time. I probably should have gone to the hospital because I could hardly stay awake even just to eat. I remember waking up one day, and just knowing that I was recovering.

Recovery was hell. I couldn’t taste, or smell anything. I had awful flu like symptoms. I was lethargic and I could hardly walk. It took two weeks to feel functional, and for three months my sense of taste was completely fucked.

1 year in I’m at 7k kills. I’m loaded with loot and boredom set in. I load up my scout vehicle and head down the road. I decided to go to the country club for furnishings. I light a campfire to warm up as the heater is bust. I clear flamables nearby and toss them into the fire so its there when I go back. I go in stealth, I’m slaying countless zombies. I didn’t expect so many zombies. I take a wrong turn. I try to hop the fence but my pack is too heavy. The attempt puts me at the first moodle. Shit. I turn back and run to the forest. There’s so much more here than I expected. No rest means that I start dropping a trail of items. I head to my car. Second exhaustion moodle and tiredness moodle. I see fire. Fire everywhere. Wtf? Burning zombies shuffle towards me. I try the fence after dropping everything. I go back to my camp and there’s black squares running off from my campfire. I’m barely shuffling and meekly shoving zombies when I get to my car. I can’t get in with them on me. I just barely juke them to the other side. I’m heading to the door and a zombie crawls out from under the car and lacerates my foot. I get in and speed off.

After tending my wounds and resting at my base I get the queasy moodle.