Recently, I turned 52. For my birthday, my son Cody got me a video game. I realize that it is probably the other way around in most homes, but hopping on the XBox One and donning the headset, my son and I get some time together despite him being in Seattle and me being here in Oregon. For my birthday, he wanted to get me a new game that he’d been playing lately. It is called 7 Days to Die. Basically this is an open world game where you try to survive the zombie apocalypse. Surviving is not as easy as you might think as you are forced to scavenge the land for anything and everything you might use.
As you scavenge, you also need to find a place and make it your stronghold. Once you have someplace you think is a good location, you need to shore it up. Keep in mind, every 7 days, the blood moon rises and things get REALLY hairy in a quick hurry. That is when you will find out about every single weakness in what you assumed was an impenetrable stronghold.
Many of you might not know that I was only very recently reunited with my sons. To discover that they are both into the whole zombie thing and that one of them even wants to write, it was quite a thrill. And now, I get to make a go at surviving the zombie apocalypse with my son. And as soon as the youngest gets his own XBox One, he will join us.
Granted, the graphics are not mindblowing, but that is really secondary. The fun comes as we run all over the desolate wastes and get excited over finding out that we can chop down cactus and gain a food AND beverage source. Or when I trapped on a water tower and my son comes to my rescue with his trusty bow and arrow just in the nick of time.
The truth is that the best present was having my sons back in my life. But I gotta tell ya, this is pretty darn cool.