PROJECT FLOYDOID

Have you ever heard the story of project Floydoid ?

It was a dark stormy night, I was playing Project zomboid with my friend and my cousin.

In the game, we had to survive the zombie apocalypse and we decided to hide out in an old manor we cleared out.

The manor was surrounded by forest. It was kinda Creepy.

I would always keep my eyes open for the slow wandering zombies that would sometimes wander to our fence at night.

We were stocked with food, books, materials and weapons... 

But we were completely unprepared for what was going to happen next...

One night, my cousin was out scavenging alone when he found something that scared him deeply.

He put the body in the trunk and brought it back to the manor to show it to us.

The smell coming from the trunk had us gagging as he opened it.

Inside the trunk of the little UAZ was the body of a big black man, about 7ft tall.

He was wearing a black tank top and had purple lips, he wasn't a zombie.

We were concerned as it's not normal for bodies of players to generate on the map, and neither me, my friend Stan, my cousin or even our other friend that played with us once, Nick, had made black skinned characters...

We looked at the body some more and found no marks of bites or gunshot wounds.

His purple lips made us think that he must have been strangled or choked on something.

Stan told us that he had a bad feeling about this strange occurrence and that me and my cousin should bury it, and be done with it.

So I took a shovel and with my cousin, we dug a grave for the black man in the back of the garden. Far from our plantations or drinking supply.

For a while everything was ok, my cousin had to clean his trunk many times to get rid of the smell and complained that the body had left behind a white powder that stung his nose and "made him drowsy"...

We didn't think much of it at the time, so we tried to continue as normal.

A few nights later, we were all home, it was raining again and too windy to go adventuring.

Instead, Stan was in the storage room, sorting car parts, and my cousin was in his room, probably sleeping...

I couldn't sleep. Something felt off, so I went to the library to read up on some skill books.

As I finished reading cooking volume 2, I heard a lightning strike. It made me jolt up, taking me out of my reading.

It's then that I heard a loud noise coming from outside, a deep rumbly noise....

I pushed aside the curtains and what I saw through the rain by the window almost made me think I was dreaming.

There was a lone tall dark figure in the middle of our garden, by the destroyed gate...

I rubbed my eyes, thinking I had read for too long but when I looked back it was gone.

Instead my gaze now wandered to the corner of the yard, where I saw it.

The grave we had dug, there it was, empty, freshly turned over...

I thought maybe my house-mates were playing a joke on me, so I left the room

I walked down the hallway and knocked on my cousin's door. He didn't answer. As I pushed the door open, I saw he was sleeping deeply and I didn't dare wake him up

I went into the front entrance and from the top of the stairs, I called out to stan

Stan asked me in his unmistakable voice : "WAT ?", this kinda reassured me a little...

I told him that there was a zombie or something outside and he dismissively told me to "take care of it."

I tried to explain that I had a bad feeling about this one and that the grave was overturned but Stan told me that zombies must have smelled the fresh non-infected corpse, which is why one of them must have come to feed on the body.

I felt it was kinda believable, although I had never seen zombies digging graves over...

So I took my crowbar and a flashlight, and headed for the gate. Outside the rain got stronger

and I could barely see ahead of me. 

Luckily, the sound of the rain would muffle my footsteps and make it harder for any zombies to hear me coming… 

As I arrived at the gate however, there was no trace of the figure I saw standing there. 

The grave was empty, and no footsteps led to it, all I saw was a track of large, lumbering footsteps leading away from it...

this really scared me and I decided to rush back to the house

I ran back, slipping and falling on the wet grass

by the time I got to the front door, I was muddy and cold

I pushed it open and noticed that there were muddy footsteps leading in,

I wear a size 41, these were at least 45-50

I called out to Stan again, there was no answer

the house laid completely silent, save for the wooden sounds of the wooden roof expanding with the humidity

I called out to stan once more as I approached the store room, there I found him

he was keeled over, had made a cardboard box pile fall over and laid there, on his back on a pile of gardening supplies

his lips were purple and his face was white like marble

as I got to him and grabbed him, he let out his final words

"can't.... breathe..."

I cried out and started doing chest pumps on him, but it was no use...

Stan's body grew cold and I knew it was too late

I went up the stairs and opened the door to my cousin's room

I yelled that Stan was dead and we were in danger, but he didn't budge

I tried to shake him awake. No use.

I turned on my flashlight to see what was wrong with him, and then I saw it.

He was cold to the touch, his lips were purple and his face was a ghastly pale white

It couldn't be...

I left the room and heard the front door slam shut

I ran to the library window and stuck my head out into the rainy night to catch a final glimpse of him 

he was running down the alley at full speed, heading for the gate

I grabbed my pistol but I had forgotten to reload my magazines as i almost never use it

I yelled out for him to stop or I'll shoot !

And it's then that, he stopped in the middle of the broken gate

he slowly turned around, standing tall and motionless with the rain battering around him

A lightning strike lit his face up, and it's only then that I recognized him...

It was George Floyd.