Naked guy on the highway, eating another guys FACE, shot by police, CONTINUES eating the other man, shot 5 more times, finally dies..
What the eff word…
Think I’m talking shit again? Read about in the Miami Herald, or practically everywhere else.
I’m going to be like everyone else on the internet and call ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE right now because I don’t want to look like a complete idiot when whats left of the human race are reading my wordpress blog in our dystopian future.
Looking pretty good for me though, zombie survival plan-wise. I’m on an island, and I co-own an axe. I’m working towards a fairly quick jog for solid 2-3 minute intervals. And CB is a giant, crazy-beard-guy-in-the-woods style survivalist waiting to happen. I can definitely rely on him to keep my easily distracted ass alive for an indefinite amount of time. He’d make us a well camouflaged, heavily weaponed fortress which would leave me ample time for looting liquor stores, keeping myself constantly drunk, and compromising our position by belting out the Juicy Fruit jingle at an inopportune moments. Also I don’t seem to understand where any of my limbs are, spatially, unless I’m looking directly at them so.. probably a set back to survival. I really don’t even know how I got this far. I spill things a lot.. most of my tshirts have stains on them because of it.. Can’t seem to get them out… constant little reminders of my inadequacy with even basic human abilities.. and how real my mortality is.. out, damned SPOT! OUT DAMNED SPOT!
Anyway! So yeah, zombies. There ya go. Thanks Miami. I’ll be fine, but you’re probably going to get chomped up and cravin’ the brains. Suckers.