He's not exactly the patron god of zombies-in-waiting, but.
I don't know how this happened, okay? I live on a base, for heaven's sake. It's supposed to be safe here. One minute I was enjoying my evening constitutional, the next some rancid asshole's taking a chunk out of my arm. It's a damn good thing he didn't have any legs, or I wouldn't be posting this at all.
The irony is, if I'd stayed home and taken a nap like I'd wanted to, this never would've happened.
Everything I'm reading online tells me I've got about eight hours, so here's my plan: I'm going to upload all my unfinished stories in the hope that someday, after the crisis, someone will pick them up and finish them (I'm putting a lot of hope in you, blogosphere! You better still be here after the world ends!), then I'm going to load my Zen with thrash metal and run out and kick some zombie ass. Dad's got a sword in his den; I can use that until I find something better. I'm going to take as many of them with me as I can.
My life may have left something to be desired, but I swear that my death will be one for the record books.
(And yes, I'll do the responsible thing before the virus takes me. I don't particularly want to die, but being a zombie appeals even less.)
See you on the other side, folks...
The irony is, if I'd stayed home and taken a nap like I'd wanted to, this never would've happened.
Everything I'm reading online tells me I've got about eight hours, so here's my plan: I'm going to upload all my unfinished stories in the hope that someday, after the crisis, someone will pick them up and finish them (I'm putting a lot of hope in you, blogosphere! You better still be here after the world ends!), then I'm going to load my Zen with thrash metal and run out and kick some zombie ass. Dad's got a sword in his den; I can use that until I find something better. I'm going to take as many of them with me as I can.
My life may have left something to be desired, but I swear that my death will be one for the record books.
(And yes, I'll do the responsible thing before the virus takes me. I don't particularly want to die, but being a zombie appeals even less.)
See you on the other side, folks...
determined