The dead walk the earth as homicidal cannibals who eat the living!
The living have mostly been murdered and consumed.
I, Jason Allen Cranston, am alive.
My mission in life,
Before I am eventually cornered and bitten,
Is to find somebody else alive... anybody!
JAC
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As I've written before...
In the suffocating throes of a bitter cold winter,
Snow and zombies are completely incompatible.
It is so much easier to kill the undead when they are frozen!
And here I go again!
JAC
THE HOMICIDAL DEAD (22)
(Richmond, Virginia)
Oh my god, this has got to be the coldest last few days of a winter I've ever experienced!
I'm freezing my balls off when I go outside to make my beer and food runs... but, oh the caveat!
The zombies are still frozen solid... like cold plastic statues with eyes that move to follow my movements.
Oh, the beautiful sound of hundreds of heads separating from cold dead necks as my machete culls the soon to be thawed herds.
JAC
Oh my god, this has got to be the coldest last few days of a winter I've ever experienced!
I'm freezing my balls off when I go outside to make my beer and food runs... but, oh the caveat!
The zombies are still frozen solid... like cold plastic statues with eyes that move to follow my movements.
Oh, the beautiful sound of hundreds of heads separating from cold dead necks as my machete culls the soon to be thawed herds.
JAC
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