From: tunnel rat
Date: 8/16/05 @ 4:36 PM 2181

It's not a Clives story but...

August 16th, 2007. So there I was, chillin in the compound just laying around and polishing my weapon when LadyA marched up to me and demanded that I check out the source of the weird noises by the fence.

I was all like "Fuck that! Howbout you send the Red Sox fan instead?" which, of course, pissed off Razor so much that he had to put his beer down for the first time since the epidemic began.

We bickered back and forth for several mintues about Zombie Manny's rotting arm and whether or not Zombie Giambi was using Anti-Human Growth Hormone until LadyA concluded the argument with a shotgun blast above our heads.

"You guys are srsly retarded" she barked as bits of concrete rained on our heads. Her withering glare reminded me of my mother, who last I knew was in Montreal sampling fine French brains and cheese.

LadyA pointed the shotgun at us and pumped it once. The action immediately brought back bittersweet memories of her husband's nine inch ding-dong. He had become zombified shortly after the epidemic started. Ignoring his wife's advice, he had attempted to fortify the local Wal-Mart. Unfortunately, 3800 people had the same idea and all of them perished violently after some asshole snuck in his infected girlfriend.

She relaxed the shotgun and sighed deeply. "Fine, I'll send Hugo"

Suddenly, a horrible, gutteral screech of GAH! GAH! GAH! filled the night air...