The Aftermath

I know I know I have to go to the garden because thats the garden is a garden of plenty and it teems with life my life for you life ha ha their life feeds my life. I am king of the jungle i hunt i kill. as long as the sun shines the grass will grow and as long as the grass grows the birds and the bees and the antelopes will follow the leader and the sun will shine down apon them and the noise they make rattling and screeching will draw out my prey, the victims(just a short note theyre are two types of survivors first there is my family which is the zombies we stay alive any way we can if that means cannabalizat-e-on then so be it better him then me ill eat anything with legs but i prefer victims because they are soft and wet when you stick it in and zombies are hard and stoneyskinned by the way victims are weak kittens you touch them and they die good for me theyre teeth have fallen out and theyre like stupid monkeys they have no brain) the park is a magnet for a food buffet of little boys and girls like little happy meals on legs! come on brain come on trusty pipe lets go to central park!