Smoking is Bad

The moment I snapped into the reality of the current situation, my body slammed onto the ground. What felt like hours, even days of unconsciousness were just a few milliseconds of heaven, time that I was not aware that there was angry smoker right on top of my boobs. The last thig I remember before using my knees and fingernails to fend for my life was Lindley screaming about hearing a smoker. Now, I was screaming about a smoker- I was screaming for it to get the fuck off of me. During the charge, I had dropped my log mace thing I was left almost defenseless, almost. Wht that smoker didn't know is that my best friend was ten feet behind me, he also didn't know that I was full of suppressed rage, and finally, that I hate smoking. As I was kneeing and clawing for my survival, I saw the horror out of the corner of my eye: There was a small horde coming straight for Lindley. There were only about 6 zombies, but a horde is a horde and danger is danger. Lindley saw it too, but she acted as if it didn't exist for she was focusing on first charging the smoker and them jamming the crowbar through his head. Zombie juice spurted all over my neck and chest, but that didn't stop me from bouncing up onto my feet, ninja style. As soon as I got up, Lindley went down and there was a zombie in my face, again.