The phone lines are down -- otherwise I would have called 911 by now. I had to barricade all the doors and nail plywood across the windows. It was all for naught. I can smell their putrid, decaying flesh through the walls. Their moaning has been constant for three days. Banging... banging on the walls... shotguns won't stop them. Landmines won't
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*snickers*
Incidentally, Jennifer used to have this "Zombie Survival Guide" somewhere in her basement. I got to reading it one T.G.I.F. but had to leave before I was finished. The next week, it had disappeared, so I still don't know what to do if a full-scale invasion happens...
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