God, fighting zombies with a hangover is not something you want to do first thing in the morning. Three of them were lurking around outside my hangar. Had to take care of them before I could leave.
I find myself trying to invent new ways to decapitate them. It gets so boring just blowing their heads off with a shotgun all the time. Today I decided to use the little prop plane that I spent the night with.
I don’t know the first thing about flying, but I did manage to get the plane running. I also figured out how to make it move forward and get the propeller spinning. I opened the hangar door and hoped in the cockpit.
Chopped two of the zombies just by taxiing out of the hangar. Dumbasses pretty much walked right into the propeller. They just exploded in a mist of blood and chunks on the cockpit window. Then I blew chunks.
I should have known better than to pull that kind of stunt while I was hung over. Had to take the third one out the old fashioned way.
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I made it to Summerton. Now I just need to find a base camp.
3 years ago
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