Entry 7

Sorry I haven't written in a while. The temporal shifts are unpredictable, I can't control when these get posted. Anyways, about five minutes after we drove out of the parking lot, I looked out the window and there were fighter jets dropping napalm everywhere to kill the zombies. I was just hoping that they wouldn't napalm us, but even in that I was not in luck. The outside paint was all that burned off, but I was feeling the heat as the flames billowed over the car. The guys steered the car off of the road into the woods, and it started snowing. And when I say snowing, I mean snowing. These snowflakes were literally the size of snowmen. You could hear them whumping down everywhere, breaking tree branches and knocking entire trees down. I was surprised our windshield didn't break after three fell on it at the same time, but it held up. Eventually, they pulled up beside a log cabin. The snowmenflakes were still whumping around us, and the first guy to try and go in got hit. The three of us remaining (including me) were all needed to pull him out from under the snowman. He was okay, but his legs had fallen asleep and he fell over when he stood up. We carried him inside the cabin. It was pretty roomy inside, which is good because all four of us would be sharing it for the rest of eternity. While two of the guys set up cots and sleeping bags, me and the other one stepped outside and erected a sort of garage for the Hummer. It was just some wood stacked on more wood leaning on the house, but it would keep the car safe from the hell snowflakes. After he drove the car into the shelter, we both went back inside. We all finally were able to introduce ourselves. The one wearing the I'm a Brony shirt (whatever that means) was called Aksel; the one with the white shirt under the red flannel was Albin; Birgir was the one with the long sleeve Nirvana shirt and a blue beanie. The biggest of them all, Jorgen, wore a camouflage jacket over a camouflage shirt, with camouflage pants and some pretty big steel-toed boots. I wouldn't have been surprised if he wore camouflage underpants, but that wasn't important at the moment. Albin gave a shout and motioned for us to come over to the window. We all looked out and saw some of the snowmen flakes actually form themselves into snowmen shaped things. Then they started to walk. Not just move, but walk. One of them turned his coal eyes towards the house, his coal smile widening as he made a sickening screech, calling the others to also turn their heads. Their evil grins were all we could see in the storm of snow, but we didn't exactly care as Jorgen started throwing everyone their guns. We could hear them knocking on the door, their screeches getting louder as the banging did. The door gave, and the wights poured into our humble abode.