So last night I had a great dream. I mean, yeah, it was kind of confused since at first I was on the lawn of my Jr. High School in the middle of America (well, within driving distance of the middle of North America) and then at the end of the lawn there was a lake/ocean. But other than those wierd little things, it was awesome.
So yeah, there were zombies. Not like the whole undead zombies but the modern, super-flu, infection zombies with crazy red eyes, so you know, it was scientific and possible. But who cares, I was made to kill zombies. And beside that, I had a sword. Yeah, a sword. Not as random as a shotgun but just as deadly. And since they are all sick and overheated (from a raging fever that makes them insane) their bodies tissues, mostly the epithelial and connective tissues, will start to degrade, thereby making it waaaaaaaaaaay easier to cut their heads off. Awesome, I know.
Plus we (I say we because there was people for me to save, of course) we escaping to a safe island in the lake/ocean. Turns out the island is a real place, Mackinac Island. Wierd, huh? You know what else is wierd? They don't allow cars on that island. Like, in real life. Only horses and buggies and shit. Crazy. Maybe zombies hate horses. Or buggies.
Sooooooooooooooo, now you know. If you are ever being chased by crazed, science zombies, go to Mackinac Island. Or my house. Or get a horse. But really, come to my house, I got the cure for what ails 'em.
damn zombies...
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