What would a night be like when a zombie-invasion actually happened? What would you do? What would I do?
After playing the game "Last Night on Earth" - a zombie survival boardgame - I was so hooked on the game that I was inspired to make a series of paintings depicting the terror and sense of dread of a zombie invasion.
So I made a painting for every hour from 7pm to 7am and how that night would feel like. This is how I envisioned the first - and last? - night on earth in my paintings. I appreciate any and all (relevant!) comments, upvotes and resteems, thank you!
You can read episode one: prologue - 7 pm - 8 pm here.
You can read episode two: 9 pm - 10 pm here.
You can read episode three: 11 pm - midnight here.
Read about the bonus below!
Episode four.
Enjoy. Or be afraid.
Last Night: 1 A.M.
I was on my way to the town, when I found myself surrounded by roamers. I ate a clove of garlic and somehow they lost track of me. I always knew garlic was good and healthy stuff, but I didn't know it would help me in a zombie-assault. Anyway, I'm out of garlic and I need to find either shelter or supplies to make it through the night.
I knew the town wasn't very far from George's house, and I wasted no time running through his fields. Is George following? I don't know, and I really don't want to know - he's turned into a flesh-eating zombie. Poor George. My goal was to reach Steve now. He and his wife, Lynn, live in an appartment which could be safe. I reached the outskirts of town fairly easily and saw a house with the front door open. I risked going in to find supplies, but as I rummaged through the drawers to find anything useful, I must've made too much noise. In the blink of an eye, I was surrounded by hissing, bloodthirsty zombies."
I had to smash some skulls - I hope it was the right thing to do - barricade and hide myself and I stayed quiet for half an hour, until the things trying to eat my brains lost interest and wandered off.
It was tense. In complete darkness, in a stranger's house, with hordes of murderous mutants, I tried to find my way out. It's a good thing I know the town fairly well by night, as well as the way to Steve's appartment. We spent a whole lot of nights in a whole lot of pubs here, so I knew the way by heart. But it would be all or nothing - in my mind his appartment was my last stand to survive.
I made my way through the streets, moving as silently as possible, ducking in allies, holding my breath when I saw roamers. Then I saw the appartment. The faintest of light seemed to be coming from behind the window. I made a run for it.
WHIZZZ!
Last Night: 2 A.M.
I knew that sound. That was a bullet. Shotgun Steve just shot at me, for fuck's sake! I started waving my arms, got out the flashlight and made an S.O.S. signal in morse-code. The window went open and I heard Steve's voice calling: "Who are you and what're you doing in my backyard?"
I shouted: "Steve, it's me! Let me in, I'm okay" and Steve replied with "Hush" and
WHIZZZ!
another one of his silenced bullets swooped by and hit a zombie next to me right in the head.
"Come on up, quickly!", I heard Steve mumble. Lynn opened the door and I got in. Finally a safe haven, I thought as I fell down into their couch.
When I got to my senses, Steve showed me the situation from his balcony. It looked desperate.
It was 2 A.M. and we had nowhere to go.
Are you afraid? Intrigued? Fascinated? Wondering what the night will bring?
Episode 5 continues the story, going from 3 a.m. to 4 a.m.... coming tomorrow! Thanks for reading & watching!
Bonus: if you read the previous episode and comments: I took a quote from every one of the comments of the previous episode and integrated them in this episode: "Is George following?" by 
I will try do the same for the next episode. So, leave a (creative) comment and see how your comment gets written in Episode 5 (coming in roundabout 24 hours) Thank you!