Zombie Apocalypse camping
For two weeks a bunch of my buddies have been planning an off road jeep trip. We would talk during working hours on Blackberry messaging service and everyone was geared up to go. Three of us left on Friday and it was a great time when we got to the camp site. We bitch and moaned about setting up our tents, we slowly started to drink beer.
We all were drinking Bud laughing having a great time for a while, did some fishing, ate my whole chicken and shared it with the guys. More guys were coming up, not until 11pm so my buddy started drinking Whiskey, I had a few small swigs nothing monumental. By the time the other guys got there he was falling absolutely shitfaced and went to bed but kept talking from his tent, so everyone told him to come out and walk it off.
From there it got horrible, he was drinking hard liquor him and another drunken idiot decided to take out a jeep, we could see them from the camp site trying to climb some small hills. Everything seemed fine until they tried to climb a really steep hill right beside the camp site, he got hung up and didn't tell anyone his reverse on his jeep was cooked.
Revving the engine until it screamed I kept asking people to stop him but everyone stood there like idiots. His jeep was really screwed, a bunch of guys yanked his jeep off the hill while it was still in gear ruining the jeep more and then the Zombie apocalypse happened.
All fucking night I could hear someone slapping the side of a tent like a drum and loud, extremely loud barfing, moaning that echoed through the vast campsite/lake hill front we were perched on, it was fucking horrible. I did not sleep one minute and could hear every fly on a tent open and every whispered conversation, it was depressing, also I was freezing in my brand new sleeping bag. I finally looked at my phone clock and it was 7 am and decided no matter what I was going to go early morning fishing. By the time I pulled all my tent and everything down I had to encounter the two guys that were fucking shitfaced last night wandering around, walking back and forth to the jeep they destroyed. I gave one a couple of Advil and water and with a Zombie face and depressed voice he asked "you leaving?" and I said "Uh ya I've had enough and I'm going fishing". I drove 40 minutes through trails and when I hit the main road I was fucking elated and relaxed, I stopped for a hot Chocolate, fished by a bridge for an hour and went home.
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