survivor: wandering streets for days cant feel my legs i look to my right and see in the distance a strip club covered in armour plates and other people on the roof i quickly run forward for help. in my last moments i see a young teen shocked and crying about what he had done but i can blame him its not his fault im sure i looked like any zombie,theyl need the food i would eat
I summon the following:
soap mctavish
chuck norris
yo momma
yo oder momma
i spawn:
an m1014 shotgun
a grenade
a semtex grenade
pancakes
walther p99 pistol
A MAGICAL AMMO BAWX FROM GAWD
Survivor miggles
It's been days since I've had an aduquete meal.
All I have on me is 3 water bottles, A cake ment for my friend who has long been zombiefied, a twix, and an auto-firing pistol.
I'm in the airport looking for the zepplin hanger.
My heart skips a beat.
I feel immense pain.
I fall to the ground, yelling in pain.
I've been shot by a survivor.
Conversation:
[gets shot]
Miggles: AGGGGH!!! *GASP* UUURRRGH......
???: MIG! I'M SO SORRY! Let me help you.
I immediately realize who it is.
It's my...friend?
What...?
... ....
.. ... .
........
I awake.
I am in a bunker.
"Where am...I?"
"Youre safe" says the voice. "and that's all that matters."
I then realize it ISN'T my friend.
It's..?
IT'S A GIRL FROM MY CLASS!
?
How did she get here?
Survivor: I head to base where I assume we'd head out and kick zombie ass. I'd be doing it from behind a 25mm M242 bushmaster cannon. HE round from 2km away and no zombie will claw their way into an armoured fighting vehicle.
If it's not possible, then I guess I'll grab a hatchet and head to the nearest two story structure. Load the second floor with as much food and water as I could get until I heard zombies, then I'd destroy the stairs. It's well known fact that zombies lack the ability to climb. I'd wait quietly there until the army showed up or a few weeks thinned out the hoard. Then I'd get on the road and head out of the city.
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Our Google which art in cyberspace,
Hallowed be thy domain.
Thy search to come,
Thy results be done..
Zombies are so happy that they sing along and we all become friends.
Gets annoyed at how every response is pants-down insane, destroys all traces of human civilization.
soap mctavish
chuck norris
yo momma
yo oder momma
i spawn:
an m1014 shotgun
a grenade
a semtex grenade
pancakes
walther p99 pistol
A MAGICAL AMMO BAWX FROM GAWD
It's been days since I've had an aduquete meal.
All I have on me is 3 water bottles, A cake ment for my friend who has long been zombiefied, a twix, and an auto-firing pistol.
I'm in the airport looking for the zepplin hanger.
My heart skips a beat.
I feel immense pain.
I fall to the ground, yelling in pain.
I've been shot by a survivor.
Conversation:
[gets shot]
Miggles: AGGGGH!!! *GASP* UUURRRGH......
???: MIG! I'M SO SORRY! Let me help you.
I immediately realize who it is.
It's my...friend?
What...?
... ....
.. ... .
........
I awake.
I am in a bunker.
"Where am...I?"
"Youre safe" says the voice. "and that's all that matters."
I then realize it ISN'T my friend.
It's..?
IT'S A GIRL FROM MY CLASS!
?
How did she get here?
[to be continued]
If it's not possible, then I guess I'll grab a hatchet and head to the nearest two story structure. Load the second floor with as much food and water as I could get until I heard zombies, then I'd destroy the stairs. It's well known fact that zombies lack the ability to climb. I'd wait quietly there until the army showed up or a few weeks thinned out the hoard. Then I'd get on the road and head out of the city.
Hallowed be thy domain.
Thy search to come,
Thy results be done..
I then steal it, and use it for something even bigger! You know that you don't have to post the stupid picture, don't you?
Hey, I'll add it to my collection!
I then kill sum zombeez.