5.15, Pt. Deux
Damnit.
Really, they’re gonna have to shoot a little kid. Zombie!kid, yeah. But a little one :<
Great. First John w/ the shotgun & now the boys with a pistol. Oh BOBBY.
Looks like they’re gonna have to shoot that little dude sooner rather than later.
Remember: Karen Singer [fic note]
Holy. Fuck.
I don’t see this lady surviving this episode.
And really, jail? THAT’S your answer?!? Such a friggin bad idea.
Jesus, to make these people go through this twice. Just. Damnit.
Oh Bobby. Oh darlin. Shhhh.
Bobby’s the town drunk? O.o Since when?
& does anyone think Digger might be like, a stealth!zombie or something?
Get in the van! Get in the van!
And what was the message??????????????
DEEEEEEEEEN!!!! Save him Bobby!!!
Oooh, now that is some great zombie shootin’
Good job there, Deano.
Though ya really shoulda thought about stuff like that happening when you left THE MAN IN THE WHEELCHAIR OUT IN THE FRIGGIN OPEN in the MIDDLE OF THE FREAKIN ZOMBIEPOCALYPSE
A closet?!?!? SERIOUSLY!?!?!
Dean you idjit!
Wow, Mrs Sheriff is one damn awesome woman. [Um, anyone catch her first name?...I kinda missed it during the whole 'OMG, that kid is totally gonna eat his dad' thing...]
That? Is a whole lotta dead people.
[You know I gotta write Bobby!fic for this. & it will be angsty as hell, just sayin']
Bobby: She was the love of my life. How many times do I gotta kill her?
Death came for Bobby O.O A Horseman!hitman. Just friggin great. Bastard.
Sam: But you're gonna be alright...right Bobby?
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& nxt week:
Holy mother Mary. Literally. & here I thought we'd seen the last of old Zachariah...