"Watch out for the trees," he said. The last piece of advice from a corrupt guard before we were thrust into the Safe Zone. Safe Zone my fucking arse. There were zombies everywhere.
That's right guys. Zombies.
2.8 Hours of zombies. Let me tell you, I went through an amalgamation of many feelings; fear, exhaustion, short lived exhilaration due to the adrenaline pumping through my veins. But mainly the first two. It. Was. AWESOME. We had ourselves a team of five: Myself, Ben, Kate (Ben's mate) and a wonderful couple we were paired with since our two teams were originally a tad (as Ben says) "eensy-weensy-teensy". Thus a journey of friendship and the undead was born.
If I were to recommend a team size, I'd say five is the best number. Not too big, not too small, as we did get a taster of what it was like being in a bigger group when we were teamed up with another group and it wasn't as good. That said, too few people meant that come later when there was lots of zombies, you'd be buggered. Five was a happy middle ground.
Before all that, however, we queued.
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| Queuing like bossi (plural of boss). |
