My zombie story? Sure...It's Tuesday morning and the first thing I notice after opening my eyes was the wailing of the undead at my door, now for a normal person thing would be disconcerting but not for me. So after a quick assessment of the situation (zombie taking invaded the world, no other criteria.) I pull on an pair of jeans, grab my bat, kick open the front door and say: "get some". Then...CENSORED FOR BALL EXPLODING AWESOMENESS...as I walk away from the burning city (my back to all the explosions as debris and burning zombie parts fall around my like rain) I toss away my bat, now uselessly gummed up with zombie brains and take another bite of my sandwich (that I had made several hours earlier while simultaneously punching a 12 foot tall super zombie to death). As I bite in to the roast beef and cheddar I think to myself: "damn, forgot the mayo".
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Topic: What would you do if zombies invaded the world? (Read 2460 times)
