Shaun Mason | Adaptive Immunities (adaptvimmnities) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-11-29 18:11:00 |
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Your sisters aren't anywhere near as cool as mine is. In fact, my sister is cooler than God.
I say that with all the religious fervor in the world because it's true. A couple of years ago we were out in Santa Cruz--which is zombie territory down to its viral infected bones--doing the only thing worth doing in zombie territory: poking zombies with sticks to see what happens.
We were out there with George's bike as the only means of transportation back to base. I was making friends with one of the locals, which is pretty standard stuff: a solo zombie isn't much of a threat. Four zombies isn't much of a threat if you know how to handle yourself. But more than that and you're probably going to die.
So of course we got ambushed. They had closed in on us on three sides and set up the kill chute forcing us to take the bike down toward the bigger mob, where they'd close ranks and eat us for lunch as soon as they caught us. Then George takes us up this hill. Hills are salvation or your burial ground and you've got a 50% chance of making it so of course she thinks:
Why don't we just go over the zombies?
Genius. My sister drove her dirt bike over a zombie herd. We turned into the Wright brothers for several glorious moments in total liftoff. We survived.
And that, ladies and gentleman, is why you should never go into the field without someone who is willing to do stupid shit with you.