[ WP ] Always ready for the zombie apocalypse , you 're dismayed that it occurred and was resolved while you were asleep .

*'' Going to bed early I think eh. You? `` * 
 7:52pm < --'' *No way, I've got to study for that test on Thursday next week:' (. Enjoy your sleep I guess'' * 
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 7:58pm < --'' *HOLY SHIT BRANDON! Turn on the news now! `` * 
 8:01pm < --'' *Brandon? `` * 
 8:02pm < --'' *Brandon please tell me your door's locked'' * 
 2:18am < --'' *Nevermind, its all sorted. `` * 
 
 I blinked at my phone a couple of times. I really wanted to go back to bed, but my curiosity had been peaked. It was only 6:20 on a god damned Sunday morning, and it the morning light was starting to become a little harsh. Kyle's late night messages were n't really making any sense to my befuddled brain. Still, I made the effort of getting out of bed. I walked to the kitchen of my small ( yet cozy ) rental home, passing by my `` Apocalypse Wall''. On it hung the fire-axe, Glock, Remington, and hunting rifle I had prepared for the Apocalypse, should it ever arise. Most visitors saw it as a novelty thing. I assured them it was n't. *Strange*, I thought. No newspaper this morning. 
 I made myself a bowl of Hershey's cookies'n cream cereal ( trust me, it is the shit ), and started devouring it, keeping my complaints about the barbecue smell in the air to myself, when it happened. 
 I looked up from my cereal, just for a second, when I then looked across the road through my window. In that moment, I made eye-contact with Kyle. Kyle, who was sitting on the lawn, with Josh, Dun, and Phil. Who were all holding hunting rifles or handguns. And they were talking and laughing. At 6:24 in the morning. My brain attempted to process this, gave up, and went back to the cereal. *God it tasted good*. Looking up again, Kyle was still there, along with everything else. So I walked into my front door step, and stopped. I was staring at Kyle, and the talk amongst them died down, until they were all staring back at me. This went on in silence for about two minutes. A tyre rolled past, but no one paid it any heed, much to the dismay of whoever rolled it. I would have considered the state of disorder in the street to have been caused by a street party, but there was just a bit too many burnt cars and unmoving bodies on the ground for it to have been that. I was still thinking of answers when it came to me as Dun broke away from the moment to fill a walking corpse with buckshot. 
 *yep*, I thought. *I missed the zombie apocalypse for sure*. 
 Kyle and the group continued watching as I screamed *'' GOD F^^KING DAMNIT'' *, and threw the bowl through the next door neighbour's front window. 
 
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