Week 41: Foot Down

I have had enough. Piss on Harold. He thinks he is going to follow in our wake, then harass Harvey every time we stop to scavenge. Bullshit! He is starting to upset the poor kid and that is no small feat given the fact that Harvey has shut down ever since his grandmother died.

We have thousands of zombies breathing down our necks. We’re out of food and barely managing to scrape up enough fuel to keep us going. I’ll be damned if I am going to put up with his shit next time we stop.

Harold may be some army trained hot shot but I am one pissed off father who has dealt with meaner assholes than some glorified scientist.

Next time we stop I am putting my foot down… then I am going to plant that foot up Harold’s ass.