Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2012 15:45:19 GMT -5
<chirp> <chirp>...<chirp>
awfully quiet around these parts lately <spit-toon>
..."brainnnzz..."
what turned this here city into a ghost-town?
..."brainnnzz..."
say, feller...you don't look so good.
..."brainnnzz..."
why do you keep goin' on bout brains, mister?
<a fat bald man wielding a shotgun pops up from behind the bar>
"Get out of the way!"
huh? oh! <ducks>
KAPOWW!
<the zombie's head disappears in an explosion of blood and gore precipitated by the shotgun blast>
"Mister, you must be plum stupid lettin' that walker get so close to ya."
...Walker? what's a walker?
"It all started about two weeks ago. An old vagrant injun hobbled out into the street in the middle of town and began chantin injun nonsense. When the sheriff approached him, he vanished in a puff of smoke. Two days later, the dead began to rise from the grave. Mr. and Mrs. Olsen...they run the general store...they were the first to be eaten. Don't imagine nobody missed them much, especially that misses Olsen. Most folks left town shortly after that, even the sheriff. Mr. Engels, he runs a farm just outside of town, he got elected the new sheriff. He made some sort of trap out by his place and got everyone left to act as bait and lure the unholy filth out of town. That was about a week ago. Hadn't seen'em since. Hope that little girl of his, Laura, is alright. She's a pretty little lass...and sweet as molasses too. Yes sir, she'll make a man lucky one day....oh...uh...what can i get ya to drink?"
(tune in next week for more...Little House on the Zombie Prairie)
awfully quiet around these parts lately <spit-toon>
..."brainnnzz..."
what turned this here city into a ghost-town?
..."brainnnzz..."
say, feller...you don't look so good.
..."brainnnzz..."
why do you keep goin' on bout brains, mister?
<a fat bald man wielding a shotgun pops up from behind the bar>
"Get out of the way!"
huh? oh! <ducks>
KAPOWW!
<the zombie's head disappears in an explosion of blood and gore precipitated by the shotgun blast>
"Mister, you must be plum stupid lettin' that walker get so close to ya."
...Walker? what's a walker?
"It all started about two weeks ago. An old vagrant injun hobbled out into the street in the middle of town and began chantin injun nonsense. When the sheriff approached him, he vanished in a puff of smoke. Two days later, the dead began to rise from the grave. Mr. and Mrs. Olsen...they run the general store...they were the first to be eaten. Don't imagine nobody missed them much, especially that misses Olsen. Most folks left town shortly after that, even the sheriff. Mr. Engels, he runs a farm just outside of town, he got elected the new sheriff. He made some sort of trap out by his place and got everyone left to act as bait and lure the unholy filth out of town. That was about a week ago. Hadn't seen'em since. Hope that little girl of his, Laura, is alright. She's a pretty little lass...and sweet as molasses too. Yes sir, she'll make a man lucky one day....oh...uh...what can i get ya to drink?"
(tune in next week for more...Little House on the Zombie Prairie)
