It's the End of the End of the World
The siren's still screaming. The school is as secure as we can make it. It's quiet, except for that, the sounds of zombies mindlessl...
The hell?
Helicopters. A lot of them.
Wait.
Ok. Gramma's husband called. Last she called him, she got a lot of garbled groaning, and figured he was done for. That was this morning. But he just called, and asked where we were, told us to sit tight. He works for Rockedyne, and they've had their people working on this all day.
The garbled groaning was in response to a zipper related incident in the mens room. Ow. I don't know if we should believe him or not, but he sounds like himself, and there's a fleet of helicopters heading over.
...Spraying something.
Looks like the orange fire retardant. A phalanx just headed downtown.
--Ok, he's saying it'll work to undo whatever the hell this is, and the troops will be coming in to collect the most salvageable of the zombies. They got a way to restore them, like I read already.
...Yeah. Looks like it's over. We'll be here till the sun's up. Finally, get some sleep.
Then we're going home and start cleaning out the studio. You don't want to know what two dogs, three geese, three cats, six chickens, and two rats can do in a four car garage.
Oh, hell, I better remind someone to unchain the sheriff.
(And that's all from San Bernardino's Zombie Infestation! Hope everyone had as good a time as we did with this! --No meter readers were harmed in the writing of these posts, and Lucky really wouldn't eat them. We think. Major props to
elf_fu's creepy video and audio posts!)
The hell?
Helicopters. A lot of them.
Wait.
Ok. Gramma's husband called. Last she called him, she got a lot of garbled groaning, and figured he was done for. That was this morning. But he just called, and asked where we were, told us to sit tight. He works for Rockedyne, and they've had their people working on this all day.
The garbled groaning was in response to a zipper related incident in the mens room. Ow. I don't know if we should believe him or not, but he sounds like himself, and there's a fleet of helicopters heading over.
...Spraying something.
Looks like the orange fire retardant. A phalanx just headed downtown.
--Ok, he's saying it'll work to undo whatever the hell this is, and the troops will be coming in to collect the most salvageable of the zombies. They got a way to restore them, like I read already.
...Yeah. Looks like it's over. We'll be here till the sun's up. Finally, get some sleep.
Then we're going home and start cleaning out the studio. You don't want to know what two dogs, three geese, three cats, six chickens, and two rats can do in a four car garage.
Oh, hell, I better remind someone to unchain the sheriff.
(And that's all from San Bernardino's Zombie Infestation! Hope everyone had as good a time as we did with this! --No meter readers were harmed in the writing of these posts, and Lucky really wouldn't eat them. We think. Major props to
elf_fu's creepy video and audio posts!)