When Zombies Attack
You stare at the journal dated April 1987 for a moment wondering how the hell a journal dated 17 years ago could possibly help you.
You decide it can't and throw it disgustedly to the ground giving it a kick for good measure.
CRASH!
The zombie has finally broken into the room, and rambles towards you hungrily.
You do your best Muhammed Ali impression, floating like a butterly, stinging like a bee... with a right, left, right, left you knock out all the zombie's teeth.
The zombie grabs your arm and makes attempts to gum it, but having no teeth it only tickles you. "Stop...that tickles" you laughingly tell the zombie. Realizing a toothless zombie is as useful as a one legged man in an ass kicking contest the zombie sits down and starts to sob.
You suddenly get a idea! You tie a rope around the zombies neck and lead him out of the police station, bravely marching through the throngs of zombies, who not wanting to get their teeth knocked out also, clear a path for you.
You continue your proud march right up main street and straight into the next town, who unfortunately for you have a much bolder zombie population which ambushes you on first sight. You awaken later missing large chunks of flesh with a overwhelming desire to taste warm flesh.
Welcome to the wonderful world of undead cannibalism.
You decide it can't and throw it disgustedly to the ground giving it a kick for good measure.
CRASH!
The zombie has finally broken into the room, and rambles towards you hungrily.
You do your best Muhammed Ali impression, floating like a butterly, stinging like a bee... with a right, left, right, left you knock out all the zombie's teeth.
The zombie grabs your arm and makes attempts to gum it, but having no teeth it only tickles you. "Stop...that tickles" you laughingly tell the zombie. Realizing a toothless zombie is as useful as a one legged man in an ass kicking contest the zombie sits down and starts to sob.
You suddenly get a idea! You tie a rope around the zombies neck and lead him out of the police station, bravely marching through the throngs of zombies, who not wanting to get their teeth knocked out also, clear a path for you.
You continue your proud march right up main street and straight into the next town, who unfortunately for you have a much bolder zombie population which ambushes you on first sight. You awaken later missing large chunks of flesh with a overwhelming desire to taste warm flesh.
Welcome to the wonderful world of undead cannibalism.
