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Shonen Otaku's Diary of Frank West: Night 1 Part 1
On the way back to HQ I ran across a couple of more
survivors in Al Fresca plaza and tried to take them back to safety. “Tried” is the key word. A lack of cooperation on their part resulted
One lady in the jewelry store was crying. It was hard to make out what she said under all the incoherent screaming, but I
heard “ate” and “my baby.” She ate her
baby! This madwoman had gotten so
desperate she had resorted to cannibalism!
And I was next! Out of nowhere
she got up and attacked me. After
shoving the bitch off I managed to convince her to peacefully come with me
without biting my tits off, but while moving a barricade two others survivors set
up, I “accidentally” fatally struck her with a steel rack. I don’t think anyone saw that, thankfully.
Now I can eat them all for myself!
The two guys behind the barricade gave me trouble too. One of the survivors outright tried to kill me
with a baseball bat as soon as I approached them, leaving me no choice but to defend
myself and violently show him the fine structural stability of my stainless
steel rack too.
His friend was much more compliant after seeing me brutally
murder his buddy and actually followed me for a while before being eaten by
zombies shortly afterwards. I don’t even
know how that happened! The zombies all
started suffering from red eye when the sun went down! They should be harmlessly blind!
He should be blind for 2 reasons.
Just as I started getting tired of people trying to kick my
ass, a bunch of jerks in an armed van swung a bat at my head while I was
running across the park. I’d probably be
dead if I hadn’t heard one of them shout “think fast, chucklenuts!” The joke’s on him. I do think fast.
But there was something about them that seemed… off. One was holding a bat in the passenger seat
with no baseball, one was on a machine gun mounted on the back with no safety
gear and the driver swerved and crashed the car like he never got his
license. It’s as if they were drunk, or…
They must know where the stash is!
But before I could grab the driver out of the seat and
interrogate him with my frying pan (which doubles as a complying pan), I saw
something that may have been and could have been a scientific breakthrough!
After missing me, the convicts targeted an old man traveling
with a young lady. When they brained the
old dude, the girl started to wimper like a puppy over his dead body.
I’d never seen anything like it. This woman was somehow perfectly transplanted
with a puppy’s organs, allowing her to give off a flawless wimper! I sacrificed god knows how many puppies and
people to get such results to no avail! I
had to take her back to the security room for dissection!
I persevered and guided her through the park successfully,
which was hell. The entire way I was
being run over, beaten, and shot at by those drugged-up dickheads and their
pimped-out jeep. Ordinary men would be
dead, but I have been to Texas.
Unfortunately, the miracle of the puppy lady was lost soon
after we got inside, when I accidentally smashed her brains all over the floor
with a sledgehammer.
I was able to get a good erotic shot off of her headless
corpse though. I’d like to see Kent beat that!
Yay for necrophilia?
So I had to go back with no survivors and no Dr. Barnseby. We determined that the guy won’t be coming
out of his hobbit hole unless we have a surefire way of getting out of
here. I really didn’t want to share, but
I cracked and told Jesse and Brad about the helicopter. Now they want everyone to hitch a ride, including the assaulting, raping doc!
Well I didn’t do it for free. I told them if they want to use my ride, they
have to tell me everything! About the
drugs, about my BFF running away, and about Dr. Barnaby Jones’ history. Brad said I’ll get my answers later. I’d damn well better.
While loading some supplies for our 3-day lock-in, Brad
found some soda and gave it to me! Honest to god
soda! Nectar of the gods! I’ve been chugging OJ and coffee creamer all
night, but I will always have room for some good fizz!