I can imagine just turning up to the pub armed to the teeth with frozen curry meals and a pair of bloodied gardening sheers and saying something like "get me a pint and microwave, I'm not letting these undead bastards take my curry!"
I'd probably say "sorry mate heaters off, so it's a bit warm" lol and if anything bad happens we always got a rifle with us, Kieren has glases and shoots like a reatarded chav and I have my marksman from Air Cadets lol I got better chances of shooting a head than him, and we can always jump into the serving area of the pub and drink ourselves to death.Lukeymundo said:I can imagine just turning up to the pub armed to the teeth with frozen curry meals and a pair of bloodied gardening sheers and saying something like "get me a pint and microwave, I'm not letting these undead bastards take my curry!"
I am a current army cadet, am not gay, and also belive guns are more lethal with out ammo?HaruHearts said:I told my mate Kieren about my posts and this is our convo over texts:
H: I posted our zombie plan on escapists.
K: Nice any comments?
H: Yeah we got a survivor and an ex army cadet.
K: Yay tourists but ask them can they handle a shovel?
H: The survivor has frozen curry and the ex army cadet beleives that a gun is more lethal without ammo.
K: I'm starting to like the cadet!
H: Don't get too atached he's gay.
K: WTF!! Dude and he's gonna be covering our backs!?!
H: More like he's gonna be cuming over our backs lol
K: WTF!! NO way man what made you recruit him we gotta kill zombies, not hump them.
H: We got another recruit a semi hot left for dead fan girl. She could prove useful
K: YES!! Repopulate the human race and all that shit.
H: I was thinking more of feed her to the zombs, but yours sounds better sex all round execept for the cadet boy.
K: We could give conor to him.
H: Screw him leave him to fend for himself give panda to the gay.
K: I like our plan!
H: TO the PUB!
K: DRINK!
H: Then to the school... which is the other way. Whoop another recruit he's a cripple so he will be our diversion.
K: Don't tell him that.
H: Lool