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It was a quiet Sunday evening, I was upstairs studying for my big chemistry test tomorrow. All of a sudden the phone rang. My dad answered it and over the sound of the football game on TV, I could hear him dad calling my name.
“Joe its for you, it’s Jackie!” Hollered my father.
I closed my book and put my homework away, with Jackie it was never a quick call.
I made my way downstairs and picked up the phone that my dad had left on the kitchen counter.
“Hello?” I roared. Wondering what it was that she needed. “Make it quick i'm trying to study.”
“Joe i'm coming over I need your help” blurted out Jackie. She sounded worried. I tried to talk her out of coming and make up an excuse but she informed me she was already on her way. She said we were
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Their faces seemed to light up, I don't think they were expecting me to help. I'm usually quiet and keep to myself but i figured if anyone ever found out it'd be pretty impressive. That and i'd rather not have everyone i know turn into zombies. They all started talking at once, telling me about the training i needed, how to help others who were bitten, and what to use to help kill of the zombies. I could barely make any of it out. They led me over to a wall full of clothes, armor, and other things to protect myself with. It took a while but they eventually instructed me what everything was used for, even the lasers. I was pretty content. I've always seen stuff liked this in movies and video games, but I never thought this would be my life. I looked at the clock and it read 10:26 pm. I pondered if my dad was still up, and if he was even worried about where I was. Oh well, I figured he was either in a deep sleep, or still up viewing the game, puffing on his cigar. We were up all night going over what to do and I was asking hundreds of questions. Once I felt confident that I knew what i was doing I stood up and glanced at them. Before we left Jackie passed me and her parents phones so we would be able to contact each other and know if one of us got injured and find our location. I felt uneasy as we made our way towards the
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
Months later, I woke up and walked down stairs to make my oats. I walked downstairs and was looking for my Father. I looked everywhere in the house before I noticed he was no-where to be found. Then I walked into the living room and saw my Mother. She was hysterical. Tears were running down her cheek like the Mississippi flowed into the Gulf of Mexico.
In conclusion, I taught you what food to eat, what people to trust, and how to care for yourself. So even though it seems exhausting it really is not when you get the hang of it so just sit back and relax because, if the zombie apocalypse is coming it is not coming soon . On the bright, side even though you will look or sound like a weirdo, who is going to be laughing because they got eaten by zombies because they did not listen to you. So there you have it, you are now ready for the zombie
I cleared my throat and welcomed them in giving Maria a look. They all sat down and talked. I heard Peggy saying bad things about me, I can't let her ruin my reputation. The woman, Eliza was listening. She can't listen to my horrible deeds. So, I decide to break the conversation.
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He wasn't talking to us, but I had a feeling that, that would change, but I kept silent and let my mom do all the talking and me rest after that big trip overseas. We had arrived at this house with a gate and a door in the middle was a garden, I thought it was a little neat and cool but I couldn't wait to get in that bad. In Sudan the temperatures go over 100 degrees so that night was that night where around 7 the weather was maybe 115 degrees, so my uncle put my brothers, mom, and I in this room with air conditioner, while my dad was adapting to the weather and sleeping inside. As soon as they had told us this was our bed I jumped in and had to share it with my mom, so my mom had to move my body because I was fast asleep and didn't feel like moving.
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First time out of the wire and on patrol but not with first platoon, First Sergeant moved me to second platoon just the day before. The night insertion that we conducted that night went without a hitch. The soldiers that were in my truck took turns throughout the night behind the weapons system which was an M-240B. At zero eight in the morning of the next day patrols started around the bazaar by the dismounted troops. I was coupled with the PL* and conducted familiarization patrols so that I could get eyes on the sector from the map that was issued to me the night we left. Starting off at the far limits of the sector we went to position E (east) and was instructed on what the sectors were as was the activities that had been conducted the previous
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One day in the midst of summer, my friend Mike and I got off from a hard day of work and were on our way to the mall. While at work we had planned to meet a few people there. I was going to be seeing my friend Jessica who I had not talked to in years. Before leaving, we stopped off at our houses, took showers, and got ready. As I anxiously waited on the stairs for his car to roll into the driveway, my mom said, “Be careful and do not drive like an idiot.” I obviously said alright and she was on her way. Minutes later I see my friend Mike pull into the driveway. I slipped my feet into my shoes and got in his car. We were almost to the mall when his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello?” It was my mom and she wanted to speak to me. Upon putting the phone to my ear she told me that I had to come home right away. She said that my dad had just gotten into a car crash and that I had to come home and watch my sister. I did not know how to break the news to Mike, that what we were anticipating all day would not happen. He was upset, but he understood what was going on. I came home thinking it was the same old same old; he had gotten hit by a drunk driver, the car got totaled, and he was fine.