This is the second coming of the Lost Pies, The LZ cult behind the belief that Pie is the ultimate cure to defend yourself against the undeadWe Also love all other baked goods(And just for Laz Custard included)See More
I was just the average minimum-wage acceptant working adult, trying to build a meaningful future in my life, when the power of mankind was met with a new breed. Now, I'm a small-town survivor of war, leading a pack of drunken and high stoners that constantly ask me to get them beer, and the will to keep on going as a new member of a growing renegade zombie fighting force, the ZADA (Zombie Attack and Defense Agency) to bring back the humanity in human and end the horrors of thousands throughout the globe.
At the time of the zombie outbreak I was...
Working at 7-11 on a Tuesday night while people asked me where our beer and condoms were. Suddenly, a naked fat man ran into the store and screamed "ZOMBIES MAN! THEY'RE TOTALLY HERE DUDE! RADICAL!", then drank from a beer bottle and proceded to run into the crowd of surrounding zombies to his death. We had to board up the store with icebags and live for many days off of liquid cheese and gum. Eventually I found a convenient radio and crowbar in our supply closet, and the remaining customers and I managed to receive emergency broadcasts from the ZADA (Zombie Aid and Defense Agency) on the various makeshift safehouses in our vicinity. I took the crowbar, got everyone together, and made a run for it, smashing the zombies in my way while the people around me had used cracked bottles and rocks to defend themselves. We managed to get to the safehouse without a casualty, and that's where my story truly began.
Weapon of choice for fighting zombies...
Good ol' baseball bat, crowbar, and other commonly found potential melee weapons, as well as the rusted and aged handguns and shotguns scavenged and supplied by the ZADA.