thatdudesly

It was Thursday when it all started. A buddy and I were on our way to Fry Street the local college bar scene when emergency amber alerts went off on everyone's mobile's. As usual we slid to unlock and silenced the annoying buzz.

After finally arriving at "The Garage" we started loading up on .50 cent wells. My pal William found himself a nice puerto rican chick he was gonna bring home so I was left with no choice.. I settled for the snow bunny. By then emergency vehicles were flying down the interestate left and right. Local police officers were blockading the streets and wouldn't let anyone leave the county.

We didn't care, we had some tail to smash and were headed to the apartments. Unfortunately our usual 7 minute drive turned into a 30 minute weeble wobble adventure through traffic. For some odd reason everyone and their family decided to caravan to local 24 hr stores including Target, Walmart, CVS, and then some. Again we didn't care, I had me a nice thick young lady ready to go all the way while William was already getting started in the back of the SUV.

The night ended pretty well. I woke up with slight memory loss but it was the usual routine, wake up the 1 nighter and call a cab. Unlickily the cab took longer than the estimated 15 minutes to arrive and I had to have that awkward morning after conversation with Megan. Just my luck, the 15 mintues turned into 30 and those 30 turned into 60. It seemed like the cab was never going to arrive so I texted William who was in the other room to ask me to breakfast.

In super hero fashion my buddy swoops in and says we have a frat meeting at the local house. We say goodbye to Lydia and Megan allowing them to see themselves out whenever they wish.

So here we are heading to the local Denny's when a random pedestrian is walking on the interstate? Confused we stop to take video knowing he's going to get ran over except there was no traffic flow. In a weird panic I call my dad but I get no answer? I call my mom and no answer? My sister the same? Meanwhile William has gotten a hold of his cousin who says people are on "that sh*t" and are starting to eat people like that crazy guy in Florida. We knew bath salts were bad but again and this time everyone is doing it? We decide to take the 5 hr drive back home to our hometown where we both graduated from. We stock up on monster and gas for the Range and head south for Houston.

Halfway through the gridlocked Ft Worth Tx we realize bath salts aren't a joke. Through our 60 mile journey we've seen run down vehicles in ditches, normal people attacking each other, and these drug addicts feeding on injured wreck survivors... By now panic is slowly beginning to fill my heart and i'm stepping on the pedal harder pushing the needle over the 110 mph marker, I hope my family is okay.......

"WTF is that?...." | "Swerve left now Sly!!!!!" ....... What why?

William grabs the wheel pushes hard left to miss the crackhead on the highway....

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What the hell just happened? Where am I? Why is my vehicle flipped on it's side? Where's William? F this I gotta get off this road before a crackhead comes to eat me.... First thing's first I need a weapon, water, and I need to find Will.

Who wants to be will?

New to Day Z and am looking for someone to partner up with. I need to find my family, we need to get home and see who's alive. We need to figure out what's happening.

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