You do not want to turn into a zombie so you do what every brave and noble person alive would do, run. Never in your life have you run this fast as you try to put more and more distance between you and the zombie. Somewhere in your brain you vaguely realize Steve must be a zombie now too. You suppress the thought to keep from dwelling on it. Juiced up on terror you run onto a street and almost get hit by a car. The car slams on the brakes just in time, sparing your life. What do you do?
Monday, April 26, 2010
run from stranger
Posted by lrodrigue at 3:31 PM
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