Accidental Video Post -- Belatedly Filtered Against Munchkins
[Logan is in the middle of the woods, shirt torn at the sleeve and blood splattered on his clothes. There's a machete in his hand, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he beheads a walker.]
Fucking zombies. [The words are muttered and he turns, kicking at another that's too close for comfort.]
Seriously, why the fuck couldn't we have an alien apocalypse? No, it has to be goddamn zombies. Veronica, where the hell did you go? [He turns in a circle, looking for her and not seeing her anywhere. Goddammit.
Then he catches sight of a flashing red light a few feet away and he cocks his head, zeroing in on it. ]
Is this for fucking real? [He picks up the iPad and stares at it. He hasn't seen one of these in a couple years, let alone one that's working.]
Veronica, you're not gonna believe what I just found.