A chanting of sorts is reverberating through the air. I can’t quite figure out what or who are are doing the chanting, but it seems to be coming from the chapel down the road. Heck, it’s probably just those crazy Christians that’s up to no good. I knew it was a bad idea to build our house right next to the local cemetery…
I’d better go and check it out. I mean, what’s the worst thing that could happen?
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Noooooo!
11. June 2007 @ 22:46 ( Permalink )
..And I had 29% of survival chance..
12. June 2007 @ 13:53 ( Permalink )
Listen man - get all the food, water, and if you can’t get a damn gun a small pick axe might do (you bash them in the brains with it) and hole up somewhere. They will rot, but it takes time. Only the recently deceased can ambulate. Good luck. My parents saw this kinda thing back in the sixties here in Western Pennsylvania. We can beat them - I heard on short wave there’s already hunting parties out around here taking out these chowder heads. Hope where you’re at allows red necks to own guns.
13. June 2007 @ 16:49 ( Permalink )