003- [video]
[Grif's in full armor and leaning on the sill of an open window, comm in one hand as he talks to it.]
My usual zombie plan is to go to Alaska, but there are kind of a lot of zombies between here and there.
[Grif points his comm down and out the window, showing the numerous zombies milling around on the street a not inconsiderable number of stories below.]
And since I haven't even been here a month yet, I haven't exactly had the time to put a good back-up together, so I'm kind of flying by the seat of my pants here.
[He steps away from the window and sets the comm down on something before continuing to walk off-screen, still talking.]
And, man, as far as zombie apocalypses go, I am thoroughly unimpressed. It's been, what? [There's a THUMP from off-screen.] Three days now? The world should basically be over now, but it sounds like plenty of us are still kicking. Very disappointing.
[Grif enters the comm's field of view again, now dragging something behind him--specifically, the door he ripped off his fridge during the power swaps. With a bit of finagling, he gets it up on the windowsill and then out the window, sticking his head out after it to watch. There's a faint THUMP as it hits the ground--or, more specifically, the zombies on it--and Grif fistpumps.]
CHEW ON THAT, ASSHOLES!
My usual zombie plan is to go to Alaska, but there are kind of a lot of zombies between here and there.
[Grif points his comm down and out the window, showing the numerous zombies milling around on the street a not inconsiderable number of stories below.]
And since I haven't even been here a month yet, I haven't exactly had the time to put a good back-up together, so I'm kind of flying by the seat of my pants here.
[He steps away from the window and sets the comm down on something before continuing to walk off-screen, still talking.]
And, man, as far as zombie apocalypses go, I am thoroughly unimpressed. It's been, what? [There's a THUMP from off-screen.] Three days now? The world should basically be over now, but it sounds like plenty of us are still kicking. Very disappointing.
[Grif enters the comm's field of view again, now dragging something behind him--specifically, the door he ripped off his fridge during the power swaps. With a bit of finagling, he gets it up on the windowsill and then out the window, sticking his head out after it to watch. There's a faint THUMP as it hits the ground--or, more specifically, the zombies on it--and Grif fistpumps.]
CHEW ON THAT, ASSHOLES!