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[nny]

Of course, it’s difficult. Not so much when you recognize one of them, because there’s so much more recognition in a tone of voice, a gesture, the way they smile; it’s very clear there’s none of them left. It’s more a case of practicality – Americans have their shotguns, while we have cricket bats, pokers; I saw one particularly enterprising woman take one down with a stick of rock. Myself, I’ve become quite proficient with a garden hoe that used to belong to my father; he was dubious, but it turns out I’ve got his brains.

All over my favourite t-shirt.

Comments

[beachlass]

*flails*

I've been enjoying these, and remiss in telling you so, but this one.

Just perfect!

[last-archangel.livejournal.com]

Eee! Excellent creepy. I love me a good zombie story.

[strangecreature.livejournal.com]

XD Gallows humour in zombie stories for the win. (I love the bit about American versus European zombie-fightin'... I'm suddenly having images of Canadians grimly flailing away with hockey sticks and snow shovels!)

[catwalksalone]

Oh, I love the end line. It's all so terribly British and then WHAM.

[batyatoon]

Where headshot meets rimshot!

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh *faints*

I've been watching the Walking Dead.

This is very very creepy.