Feb 28, 2014 10:37 am

I came upon a huge horde of stragglers, probably millions. They were surrounding a house with a survivor on the roof. I had to save him, I haven't talked to any one in 2 years and it's maddening. I ran and found the closest car I could find. I hopped in hot wired it, and took off towards the horde. I drove up and yanked the hand brake, and drifted down the next street over honking my horn rapidly. The horde started to follow me. I hadn't thought this through but I had to come up with something. I continued to drive for about an hour or so and stopped next to a dead tree. I broke a limb off the tree and wedged it in between the seat and the car horn and left the car running. I took off running to the right and kept running for about thirteen blocks. I turned right again and started to head back toward the stranded survivor. About twenty minutes in I came upon the horde. They were about two blocks over. The moans were deafening. I continued on and took the right onto the street the survivor was on. I got back to his house and climbed up onto the roof to meet him. We greated each other and exchanged names. " we better get the hell out of here, they'll probably be back. " he said...