[ WP ] Refrigerators take over the world . Write about humanity 's last days .

Day 297. 
 
 Still no counter-weapon, the scientists say. We've been stuck in this lab for a month now, guarding it for the damn lab coats. All radio stations are static, so we're not even sure if any other military still stand. We're not even sure if another human still stands. It's just twenty of us in this lab, only five knowing how to use weaponry. Like I said before, still nothing on the counter-weapon, maybe tomorrow may be different. Johnson reporting out 
 
 Day 298. 
 
 I was *dead* wrong. No, I was right. It was different, but now the way I fucking expected...they attacked us. They're *in* the lab. The damn white beasts. They killed Lizzie, just dropped through an air vent and crushed her. We opened fire at the beast, and slowly watched the green blood ooze out. 
 
 Then we heard the screaming from the lab. We all rushed towards it, wondering in frustration and anger of how they found us. We made it into the lab and saw hell. Fridges. They were attacking all the scientists. Either eating them or crushing them. We all sprayed bullets in the room. We did n't care who the hell we hit, we just wanted to be safe. Some bullets bounced off the fridges and came right back at us. I got hit in my left leg, and immediately fell to the ground. Chad began dragging me back to the barracks through the hellstorm. He settled me down in the closest dorm, and barricaded the door with the bed. 
 
 We heard gunshots for the next hour, which were usually followed by screams. Eventually, the noises died down and we both knew everyone was dead. I had already applied bandages to the shot wound, so I was pretty good now. Chad on the other hand seemed to be in bad shape. Probably due to Lizzie's death, or everyone's death for that matter. It was all silent, until we heard slight movement from the air vents. I had dropped my rifle back in the lab, so I pulled out my pistol and got ready. 
 
 A fridge dropped out of the ceiling, and landed beside Chad. This shiny silver fridge opened up its door quickly, and a giant red tongue slithered out. It wrapped around Chad several times, before pulling him inside. The fridge door closed, and I could hear the poor bastard's muffled screams. The fridge turned to me, and began to wobble towards me. 
 I raised up my pistol and began taking shots. I had emptied my clip into the fucker, yet it was still coming. 
 
 This fucker did n't want to kill me so easily. It dropped itself down on my legs, instantly breaking them. I pulled out my knife, and began stabbing the backside of the fridge. I only stopped once the fridge stopped shifting. 
 
 Now here I am, speaking into his recorder. I can hear the fuckers moving through the vents. They're watching me. No one will ever hear this. Humanity dies today. Johnson reporting out, for the last time.
