frankmask

They didn't have the game I wanted, so I rented Night of the Living Dead '68 and Undead. I am sitting here in a wool coat (real) with a bottle of orange juice (real) and a 9mm pistol (toy). I'm ready for whatever Romero can throw at me.

Fuck. That is such a bullshit unsatisfying ending.

For the record, in the event of zombplocalypse I promise to excercise strict friendly fire protocols right up until all protocol goes out the fucking window.