My old town where I used to live got attacked by zombies once. We had to camp out in the local shopping centre. I was with some other people from town who I didn't know paticularly well. One of them went mental and opened the barricade because he felt trapped. The zombies flooded in one by one until there was just me left. Luckily I'd managed to get a shotgun and blast my way out of there and into a car. On the road though I skidded off, and just when it looked like I was going to be eaten, the army came in, bombed the town and shot all the zombies. Lucky escape all things considered. I really freakin hate zombies.