Zombies & Fencing Practice
ZOMBIES
We managed to make it home in relatively one piece, but we lost Fred on the way down to the garage.
The shuffling armies thinned out a bit. Most heading back down to the strip mall or the house past the industrial park. We saw this as our chance to get the hell out of dodge.
There was still the contingent that thought we were insane and a few who thought to try and stop us. One look at my face at their meager attempts to bar the door was enough to get them out of the way. Well, that and the steel pipe in my hand that I had taken from one of the utility rooms.
There were several of us who went down stairs to the garage. Almost all of us got to our respective cars with little trouble; that is, except for Fred.
It's amazing at exactly how "soft" a zombie's head is, the bone's pretty brittle, and there's this nice satisfying soft crunch when a steel pipe crushes it like a watermelon hitting the pavement.
We managed to get home. Our area wasn't too badly infected, as one of our neighbors down the street seemed to be having fun picking off zombies with a shotgun. This, of course, attracted other zombies, which pretty much left our house alone. We saw our two next door neighbors who were busily leaving. But, we didn't see the third roomie (who owned the big truck). When asked, there was a rushed, "(mumble) got eaten (mumble)". We asked about his truck with the camper shell and told about the keys near the door before they squeeled off into the distance.
kilah_hurtz got the keys and truck with little trouble, and we packed it with our survival gear, food, and the cats (who were not happy).
At this point, I got a call from Coach Yeti, "Are you coming to practice tonite?"
"Umm...there are zombies out there?"
"Yeah? So?" he said, "We've got swords."
There was a moment of contemplation and silence while I chewed on this information for very brief second, then with resignation and sigh I finally said, "Fine. I'll be there in an hour."
kilah_hurtz looked at me strangely when I told him I was going to practice, but, well, who was he to argue? He loaded up my fencing gear and the really BIG swords as well.
deirdremoon, we'll meet you there...sometime after practice tonite.
We managed to make it home in relatively one piece, but we lost Fred on the way down to the garage.
The shuffling armies thinned out a bit. Most heading back down to the strip mall or the house past the industrial park. We saw this as our chance to get the hell out of dodge.
There was still the contingent that thought we were insane and a few who thought to try and stop us. One look at my face at their meager attempts to bar the door was enough to get them out of the way. Well, that and the steel pipe in my hand that I had taken from one of the utility rooms.
There were several of us who went down stairs to the garage. Almost all of us got to our respective cars with little trouble; that is, except for Fred.
It's amazing at exactly how "soft" a zombie's head is, the bone's pretty brittle, and there's this nice satisfying soft crunch when a steel pipe crushes it like a watermelon hitting the pavement.
We managed to get home. Our area wasn't too badly infected, as one of our neighbors down the street seemed to be having fun picking off zombies with a shotgun. This, of course, attracted other zombies, which pretty much left our house alone. We saw our two next door neighbors who were busily leaving. But, we didn't see the third roomie (who owned the big truck). When asked, there was a rushed, "(mumble) got eaten (mumble)". We asked about his truck with the camper shell and told about the keys near the door before they squeeled off into the distance.
kilah_hurtz got the keys and truck with little trouble, and we packed it with our survival gear, food, and the cats (who were not happy).
At this point, I got a call from Coach Yeti, "Are you coming to practice tonite?"
"Umm...there are zombies out there?"
"Yeah? So?" he said, "We've got swords."
There was a moment of contemplation and silence while I chewed on this information for very brief second, then with resignation and sigh I finally said, "Fine. I'll be there in an hour."
kilah_hurtz looked at me strangely when I told him I was going to practice, but, well, who was he to argue? He loaded up my fencing gear and the really BIG swords as well.
deirdremoon, we'll meet you there...sometime after practice tonite.