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2 days have passed and all the assholes died from zombie bites or myself. Mainly myself because they were already zombies (I found out when in one of their logs it kept on saying "Itchy. Tasty" for about 3 pages. Watching the guy bite off someone's arm off was a definite clue too. Yu and his brother left also to look for survivors and start another bunker. He said he'd call me over when the war was over and they won. Unfortunately, the little p***k forgot to send me the address of where I should meet him.

I walked out of the bunker and found myself face to face with some car seller.

-flashback-

Car seller: Why hello sir!! how are you on this post apocalyptic day?

Me: umm...tired, and hungry.

Car seller: what would it take you to buy one of these fabulous cars??

(I took a look around and saw that the cars were all crappy and had bad gas mileage. I might've been stupid but I was smart enough to know good cars from bad ones)

Me: um probably a swift kick to the head would make me buy one of those pieces of crap.
-end-

He kicked me in the head!!! The son of a (beep!!!) Kicked me in the (Beep!!!)-ing HEAD!!!! Now I have a massive headache, and a crappy car that only goes 2 miles per liter. Will write back later ran out of gas.