The zombie invasion had kept our group of survivors holed up in the shopping center for weeks. Even though I probably knew it wasn’t the best time for me to be huffing Ether, the sleep deprivation mixed with the feelings of constant panic had caused it to slip my mind.
As soon as the drug hit me, I realized how bad this was going to look. I had to notify the group! I rose to my feet and began making my way down the corridor, but the drug had reduced my walk to a drunken stagger. At the end of the hall, the group saw me coming.
I must have looked pretty disoriented because they began to shout and point their weapons at me.
“Whhhhhhuuuuuuughhhh!” I moaned in protest, but it was too late. The bullets had already started hitting me.
