Zombies and my 15-room House

There was a huge zombie outbreak, and I decided to turn my 15-room house into a sort of a hotel for some of my friends and people I knew.

Warren took the biggest room with a huge king sized bed and the large windows.

Phuong took a room in the basement for an odd reason.

And Warren's friend, who I don't even talk to, took a small room up in the ceiling. Yes, I had a room stuck on the ceiling.

There were too many things going on, so I don't remember all.

But one thing I remember is Warren's friend turning into a mouse and chewing a hole in my cupboard. I don't know why. And when he came back out, he was human again.

And there were people in my kitchen cooking food.

A part of my floor fell apart and there was this large empty hole. You had to jump or walk around it, because if you fell, you just didn't exist anymore.

When we went outside, there were so many freaking people. Bodies were pushing against bodies. It was hot and sweaty. You couldn't just walk. You had to walk with people. It was like a current.

They were giving out free paintball guns. As if they were going to protect us from Zombies. But we decided to go anyway. We ended up not getting them because there was a huge line for it. No, it wasn't a line. It was just a mass of people standing around, blocking our way to our paintball guns.

We went to ride a subway to escape. But the train was going in the wrong direction, so we decided not to get on. When the train left, there was only darkness. We didn't want to move.

And I really don't remember. So many things happened. It seemed like they all happened at the same time.