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curled up on the couch in the Crack Den, randomly messing around on the internet with the PSP that James has long-term loaned me, and being thoroughly amused by zombie insurgence RP.
Apparently the zombies have taken over Silverdale and my love has been infected. It is not yet June 13th and the zombie incursion was unexpected so early in the year, which is probably why they've been this successful thus far.
I am still looking for some sort of cure for this condition. Hopefully before James decides that my brains are tasty, and I'm forced to shoot him.
So far he's been docile and quiet, after my initial warning about the state of my brains and his head versus my shotgun should he try anything. It seems one can retain some manner of lucid thought even after being bitten. I wonder how long it lasts.. In any case he's chained himself to the couch and returned to his programming work while I continue to research a cure.
Called Matt, told him to bring his shotgun. He missed the first surge of zombies, now littering the ground outside, and so far it's been fairly quiet since he arrived to guard my back while I use my google-fu.
Any thoughts? Anywhere you can point me to, my dear friends, in hopes of finding a cure before we become one with these monsters? Any hope of salvation for my love? Please, tell me there's something.
Apparently the zombies have taken over Silverdale and my love has been infected. It is not yet June 13th and the zombie incursion was unexpected so early in the year, which is probably why they've been this successful thus far.
I am still looking for some sort of cure for this condition. Hopefully before James decides that my brains are tasty, and I'm forced to shoot him.
So far he's been docile and quiet, after my initial warning about the state of my brains and his head versus my shotgun should he try anything. It seems one can retain some manner of lucid thought even after being bitten. I wonder how long it lasts.. In any case he's chained himself to the couch and returned to his programming work while I continue to research a cure.
Called Matt, told him to bring his shotgun. He missed the first surge of zombies, now littering the ground outside, and so far it's been fairly quiet since he arrived to guard my back while I use my google-fu.
Any thoughts? Anywhere you can point me to, my dear friends, in hopes of finding a cure before we become one with these monsters? Any hope of salvation for my love? Please, tell me there's something.
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