tying up loose ends the next day ...
Jun. 14th, 2007 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seldneiWell, the zombie infection has cleared up nicely. Granted, we live in the boondocks, so our zombie encounters were pretty sporadic once we got back to the house with the plunder from the pawn shop; mostly we just got stragglers from the cemetery that's about two miles away, shambling up the road (the problem with redneck neighbors is that you can't tell whether they're zombies or not, as both are rather inarticulate. I'm sure there was some collateral damage because of that). Still, giving Grandma the high-powered rifle and sitting her next to the one uncovered window was a really good idea--Grandma's an excellent shot. And you haven't lived until you've seen your 80-something Grandmother picking off zombies in between working on her crossword puzzles.
Around 7pm, Jason arrived with three or four of the things hanging onto his car. As usual, his timing was just perfect, because there was a small pack of the undead heading up our road at the same time, and that caught their attention. So we had about ten zombies heading our way, and the problem of getting Jason safely from his car to the house ... you'd think they'd be easier to shoot when they've been dragged by a car for an hour and a half, but they got awfully *wriggly,* and they were determined. Scott and I managed to hold them off Jason as he bolted for the front door, but none of us managed to get a good head shot--well, until he was halfway here, when one of the local zombies grabbed him ... he totally owes Grandma one for that, even though she feels bad that he got ichor all over him when the thing's head exploded.
Chaos then ensued: bang bang, zombie moans, more bang bang, looks like they're all dead then one pops up in front of the window and tries to get in, "Holy shit!" from me and Scott, then bang bang bang again. The usual.
And amazingly enough, when we hosed Jason down, not a bite or scratch on him!** Thank god, because I think I'd have had to be the one to shoot Jason in the head, and I don't know how I'd break it to his mom. He won't talk about how he got out of town, but I found a metal mailbox flag, a dented shovel, the leg of his coffee table, and two hubcaps--all bloody--in the backseat of his car. Along with all his dirty laundry, because Jason is, if nothing else, entirely practical. :)
The Zweeble slept through the whole thing. Except when it was time to feed him. Next zombie apocalypse, I'm using formula.
**In my Zombie Apocalypse, everybody lives! Because we have the contingency plan.
Around 7pm, Jason arrived with three or four of the things hanging onto his car. As usual, his timing was just perfect, because there was a small pack of the undead heading up our road at the same time, and that caught their attention. So we had about ten zombies heading our way, and the problem of getting Jason safely from his car to the house ... you'd think they'd be easier to shoot when they've been dragged by a car for an hour and a half, but they got awfully *wriggly,* and they were determined. Scott and I managed to hold them off Jason as he bolted for the front door, but none of us managed to get a good head shot--well, until he was halfway here, when one of the local zombies grabbed him ... he totally owes Grandma one for that, even though she feels bad that he got ichor all over him when the thing's head exploded.
Chaos then ensued: bang bang, zombie moans, more bang bang, looks like they're all dead then one pops up in front of the window and tries to get in, "Holy shit!" from me and Scott, then bang bang bang again. The usual.
And amazingly enough, when we hosed Jason down, not a bite or scratch on him!** Thank god, because I think I'd have had to be the one to shoot Jason in the head, and I don't know how I'd break it to his mom. He won't talk about how he got out of town, but I found a metal mailbox flag, a dented shovel, the leg of his coffee table, and two hubcaps--all bloody--in the backseat of his car. Along with all his dirty laundry, because Jason is, if nothing else, entirely practical. :)
The Zweeble slept through the whole thing. Except when it was time to feed him. Next zombie apocalypse, I'm using formula.
**In my Zombie Apocalypse, everybody lives! Because we have the contingency plan.
