Becoming Badass

My erratic flight through the park brought me closer to a great mountain equipment store, I just had to hope they’d be cooperative……zing!

As luck would have it I didn’t encounter any more slow hungries in my last mad dash to the store, but there was evidence of the goofy bastards all over the place. I entered through one of the front doors locking it behind me. I figure if I’m locked in a store with zombies I can use all the fun toys in here for practice.

“Oooooooh hello thur zombies! I figure if you come out now and try to eat my face, we can just have at it and get on with things”

….Cue zombie mmfffghrlgl…..

“……………….”


…I said CUE ZOMBIE MMMRRFGFHLER!

“……..”

Hmm. That sure made life easy. The thing about having EVERYONE jumping at the same time is that nothing was open for the great day, I guess no employees here to turn into zombies = no zombies in the store. Felt like a bit of a shallow victory. I thought I was gonna go all bullet time on some slow moving punching bag.

This situation seems to be both good AND true (enter shadowy movement behind me that I am unaware is there but makes you, the reader fear for my mortal coils safety).