WTF.EXE

File 1. 6/9/22. #7281 lower right Surrey Street. Lower Surrey Street. Surrey Street. South Neighborville right area. South Neighborville. Lower Neighborville. South U.S.. U.S.. North America. America. West hemisphere. Earth. Milky way solar system 453,569. Milky way. Universe 65869656611548462068212518875014518669012480 galaxy cluster 4343. Universe 65869656611548462068212518875014518669012480. Universe cluster 9315087698571238561938585091865986879. Multiverse.

Recording start

It was a dark and stormy night. They quickly shuffled through the trees. They struck fast. They struck hard. They had gone hungry for eons too long. They found a chance. How it had been hidden, they didn't know at the time. But they would soon learn. Very soon. It wouldn't be much, sure, but they were confident that their hunger wouldn't last long. A scream pierced the air. XAVIER WAS HERE Blood splattered the floor. Another scream, one that they hadnt heard for years, resounded through the street. A scream that marked victory, even if it had been a small one. But they knew that it wouldn't be easy. If it had suddenly appeared on their radars, then others would know of its existence now too, right? Or maybe it was a trap. But they were willing to try anything now. Even if it was, they were stronger now, right? They could win… they could finally win. He creeped through the house. There was someone else inside, he could smell it. He heard breathing. It was nearby. The closet. He broke down the doors. And inside, there it was. A cowering, screaming, terrified human, screaming for mercy. A sight that filled any zombie with joy and anticipation. As he devoured the only brain he had had in ages, he felt nothing could take this moment away from him. But a familiar voice came over his airpods. “The enemy is approaching. They are coming from the top of the hill. You have time. We are sending reinforcements. Try to get as many brains to as many of your troops as possible, and hold the line until more troops arrive. Do not fail, or you'll be incharge of mr. whiskers for the week. You remember what happened last time? Take this area or that could happen again, aright?” he peeked out a window. There was nothing there. Just the front lawn, a path and an empty street. On the other side, lie the houses they had already tooken, and after that, the forest they had used to get there. A thought crossed his head. What if they were being followed? His troops were in danger, and so was he. He dashed out the door. There was nothing there. Some of his troops left houses,faces stained in blood and bits of brains. Some hauled freezers, although there weren't enough brains there to fill any of them up. And then they heard something. It sounded like a car. One that some of them, the unluckier ones, had heard before. And then, a sadly familiar face stepped out of the vehicle: that of a large flower, with yellowish petals on the contour of its head and small brown seeds covering their face. It walked forward. More plants stepped out. Some parachuted out of the sky. At the top of the hill, a small army quickly formed. Both sides stood still for a while. A shot rang out. A fleet of large corns appeared on the horizon. A rare sighting, but not a good one. The commander unpacked and loaded his weapons. He commanded his troops to attack. The plants immediately responded, and the first attack was held back with almost no effort. But the zombies were persistent. They pushed forward. A wall-nut canon rolled in. its attacks failed, and quickly ran out of ammunition. The zombies made a run for the top. And so the battle had begun. A bonk choy was closing in on her. She shot it. She had made it to the top, but would have to stay up there a while. And the plants would probably focus on her if she was the only one in the objective. She looked around. Nothing. She informed the commander. “Hello? Commander? I got to the objective, but there's no plants here. I’ll bet they're planning something. Commander? Do you hear me, commander? They are hiding, I know it. Be careful. Commander?” all that came back was static.

It was quiet. Too quiet. She looked around for the five hundredth time. Nothing. She had almost captured the objective. Almost. And then, in the literal last second, a chomper erupted from the ground. Its gaping mouth opened under her. As she was digested, she heard something loud. A rumbling. And Then she died. The chomper went into a house. Everyone in the house screamed, which confused him. It had been a long time since humans in Neighborville had been scared of them, and he was still in Neighborville, right? He walked around the house until he found a bathroom. He took a massive dump. He left the house, and got out his phone. He checked google maps. It said that it didn't know where he was, and that the device or the app might need an update. He restarted it, and it said he was in Neighborville… but in a part he had never been to, not even heard of. Surrey street. Wait. that.. He had seen that somewhere. A book. Diary of a wimpy kid. He looked at the road sign. Sure enough, it marked the intersection between Surrey and Whirley street. He called Dave, and told him what he had found. But then, a ZPG sounded in the background. When he realized what direction it had come from, it was too late.

The impact pushed him into the fence of a nearby house. more zombies came out of the forest. But by that point, crazy dave had already arrived with reinforcements. They set up defenses around the remaining houses. And they came. A berry-shooter named Roscila ran up the hill as fast as possible, reaching the objective before too many zombies got there. She planted a coconut canon. Then, she heard a loud crash. A group of tall nuts had been crushed by a giga gargantuar. Nighttime was approaching. More zombies arrived, but were not much of a threat to them, and were dispatched quickly. By this point, they had captured the hill, and the reinforcements were already there. Despite this, the fight extended into the next day, and both sides were tired. Somehow, no one who lived there had noticed anything, although they couldn't figure out why it was. Maybe they were sleeping. Or they were drunk.

A loud, infuriated groan pierced the morning air, waking Greg up. He checked his watch. Iit was about morning anyway, and the noises outside would probably make it so that he couldn't sleep for weeks. As he started to get dressed, a loud screeeeeckch sounded through his room. a large, green object smashed through his bedroom window, and landed inside a very disorganized group of papers on his dresser. And then a skeleton popped out.

To be continued........

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