Home at last, but...
Jun. 13th, 2007 09:53 pmI managed to fight my way home through the zombie-infested streets. My weapon of choice? The blade from the paper trimmer. Though the scalding hot coffee did send a few running at a crucial moment.
Of course, nothing could have prepared me for what I found when I arrived home...
ZOMBIE EIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He's trying to eat my face as I type this. I don't know how much longer my strength will hold out!
This could be the end...
Of course, nothing could have prepared me for what I found when I arrived home...
ZOMBIE EIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He's trying to eat my face as I type this. I don't know how much longer my strength will hold out!
This could be the end...

