(there is coming a long text about my evening last night, and if you don't wanna read go on :D)
Hey guys. Yesterday my friends and I had a live zombie Role Play. It was awesome/epic. The game master had invited 4 other guys to come and help us, so we where 20 persons (or something XD).
It all started a week before yesterday where most of us got our character. I was to play a woman, who was raped by her brother and father and I got a child out of that. There was no abortion because of the “sick” aka zombies.
One of my good friends played my daughter, who hated me, a lot. Like really, really much. So we kind of yelled at each other very often. In game, of course.
All of us were evacuated to our school because of the zombies. We all had to play different roles of course so we all did. None of us was normal. We looked nice and normal on the outside but on the inside we were all mad. Some of us just hid it better. Lisa who was a character had killed 168 people she was known under the name “blood dripped maiden” or something, she killed my schoolmates and was my godmother. Which I didn’t know until the game was over. But she kept following me when zombies where chasing us.
But my purpose with the game was to become good friends my daughter and flee to another country because one of the characters had a lot of money. But the girl who played her didn’t know about that so, it failed there, but awesome evening anyways, of course.
We were all told that we would be saved by the military in the evening or in the next morning. Some of us was saved, I wasn’t. My “daughter” were running outside in the woods and a zombie where chasing us. I lost my “daughter” and I heard a scream. Of course I ran to the sound because it was my daughter. I saw a zombie eating her and it attacked me right afterwards. I fell to the ground and me and my daughter died in each other’s arms.
That was all from me this time :D