Zombies
So there I am. Me and the lads decided to go down and clear out some zombies. An evening of chat and light drinking and everyone's having fun. Seems like a natural extension to pick up some guns and help out with zombie culling. I thought we were sober but we still somehow ended up with pistols. Pistols to a zombie fight? Who does that?
Went well at first, as you might expect. Go in the front and the security station acts like a shooting gallery. The glass in the inner walls are long gone so you can just snipe at the zombies as they lurch forward. Eventually you make a mistake, though, and don't take them down in one go. Pistols! Who brings pistols to a zombie fight? So as they do, once they're nicked they start getting chatty.
"Now that wasn't very friendly!"
"Oh come on, I just want to get to know you better."
"Just a little hug and you'll feel much better."
"There's no need to be so snappy."
I didn't see where the others went. I don't think they made it. My guy. My guy I shot in arm, leg, arm again. Every hit that triggers action rather than actually being helpful. So he's in here with me now and my ammo's out. Who brings pistols to a zombie fight? Really? He's trying to grapple with me. He's a pretty lively zombie. He looks oddly reminiscent of the lead from Madness. It's looking rather dicey but I'm still confident. He's bigger, stronger and almost as fast but still a zombie.
Why does my alarm clock sound like the tune from ... something. It's just a regular series of blaring beeps. Where was that tune from? Wait, no! Let me back! I can take him!
Went well at first, as you might expect. Go in the front and the security station acts like a shooting gallery. The glass in the inner walls are long gone so you can just snipe at the zombies as they lurch forward. Eventually you make a mistake, though, and don't take them down in one go. Pistols! Who brings pistols to a zombie fight? So as they do, once they're nicked they start getting chatty.
"Now that wasn't very friendly!"
"Oh come on, I just want to get to know you better."
"Just a little hug and you'll feel much better."
"There's no need to be so snappy."
I didn't see where the others went. I don't think they made it. My guy. My guy I shot in arm, leg, arm again. Every hit that triggers action rather than actually being helpful. So he's in here with me now and my ammo's out. Who brings pistols to a zombie fight? Really? He's trying to grapple with me. He's a pretty lively zombie. He looks oddly reminiscent of the lead from Madness. It's looking rather dicey but I'm still confident. He's bigger, stronger and almost as fast but still a zombie.
Why does my alarm clock sound like the tune from ... something. It's just a regular series of blaring beeps. Where was that tune from? Wait, no! Let me back! I can take him!