MadCat, Jennie SMASH!, some friends and I were at a beer garden where the mugs are the size of a human head. We realized that we'd never drink a liter of soda, but beer..?
Glub! Glub! Glub!
Anyway, the topic somehow turned to my favorite subject, zombie survival. We are pretty sure that fun time MadCat is bait as she can not quite deal with the gore - especially in the eye region. She claimed she was a maverick as the insanity that would overtake her would create a crazed zombie-killing machine.
Unfortunately, in my book of survival mavericks are just another form of bait. No one wants the crazy person on their team when it is time to think up a plan for escaping the mall as they are likely to suggest bum rushing the hordes and expecting the best.
Faithful readers, we all know that zombies are bastards and that even the best laid plans will get you eaten, so it is best not to tempt fate. Keep calm in a zombie situation, seek high ground, aim for the head, kill to keep their numbers low and hope to whatever deity that you believe in that they are of the shambling ilk rather than the freshly dead running kind.
Those kind are fuckers.
Dudddddee -- for the last time! I am not gonna be bait. I will be the craftiest (least crazed) maverick there ever is.
Posted by: m adcat | May 08, 2006 at 09:56 PM