Well, if you read any of my outbreak notes then you know I've had to off a few folks, including kinfolk. Now, it hasn't been easy (the actual killin' was easy but I mean the feelings part) but I've adjusted to the fact that home here on and/or around Sand Mountain isn't never gonna be the same. My whole family is killed, 'cept for daddy, but who the fuck knows where that lazy son-of-a-bitch is, and the whole town is kinda actin' weird.
Everyone knows something is up. Especially after they… Continue
Well, guess what happens if a dog eats a zombie. Apparently not much, unless he bites ya' soon after. Guess what happens if you eat one of those tomatoes on the news with salmanella on it? You become a zombie that pukes explosively out both ends, top and bottom. Well, you don't really become a zombie, but man do I feel like one. My ass feels like I been wiping with a cheese grater. Sorry ladies, very ungentleman of me to say that. Ya'll know I like to be gentleman right?… Continue
Long story short... Momma's dead. And some other guy is too. Oh yeah, they were zombies.
Figured I'd give a quick summary in case anyone was short on time and was wonderin' why Mother's Day was so bad.
Somethin's going on down here in Alabama lately. I went to visit momma after church on Sunday, and she wasn't in the house, so I go around to the meth shed to see if she's playin' chemistry. Well, of course she was, cuz the disablility checks… Continue
After church morning momma showed up at the Magic Shack (that's what we call the meth shed) to make sure Jr. was still mixing his shit. Turns out someone broke in and slit 'ol Jr.'s guts wide open. So momma calls me up and tells me Jr.'s dead and to clean it up. Well, me and Jr. were pretty close, being brothers and all, so I felt kinda bad for him. I grabbed up the 870 with some slugs to see if I couldn't find out who'd done it and what not. When I get there, Jr.'s sitting… Continue