We’re doomed!!!!

Here’s a Zombie tip for you. We all know that shotguns are great against zombies but what about the portability of a pistol? Well you can get what are called sabot rounds. Rather than a lead ball bullet it’s a plastic cup that you can fill up with shot and put a dab of hot glue or epoxy on the top. The plastic cup peels away when fired. This gives the balls of shot the same speed as whatever caliber you are firing. Now rather than a single lead ball that may just clip off an undead ear you have a cloud of shot that has a wider strike pattern. That same ear shot would now take out the whole side of the head.

Less accuracy needed, smaller size weapon, easier to control, carry more ammo = alive longer.

Still alive, The FriedGeek

Speaking of Firefly, In case you have not heard it, “Tales from the Verse” is a great Firefly Fiction Podcast.

Once again, I am sorry. Thank you for the kind words.

“Shazam? This is not my husband.”

Too funny. Great story, I can’t wait to hear the rest. Sarah did an awesome job. (I love her voice. Don’t tell my wife!)

Cheers, K

(The following may be graphic, duh.)

The hair on the back of Randy’s neck would have stood up had they not been impeded by the sticky sweat and grime of the last week. The impression still reached his brain, behind you. He spun around almost to quickly, his pack flopping wildly, almost loosing his balance. The sight that shambled toward him was so odd that the barrel of his sawed off drooped as his shock-addled mind took it in.

The garish color of the clothing struck him first. He had become used to seeing the filthy clothes of the zombies, caked with dried blood and gore, coats torn in places to show the horror underneath. There had even been that old naked guy two days ago, who came at him foaming red from the mouth and nose, but this, this was something … new.

He… IT, had a pronounced twist to its stance as it moved, it’s right side seeming to struggle with some burden. The left arm was intact but the hand that it held out, clutching at the air that separated it from Randy was dark, blood tinged the white, fuzzy cuff of the sleeve. The right arm and leg were ravaged; the red velvet of its left pant leg showing a calf that looked oddly clean compared to the rest of the creature.

Its head gleamed with a dark slickness; the fake white beard stained and spattered red where it seemed to clutch at the thing’s neck. Randy saw what it was pulling at its right side. A large candy stripped bag had it’s gold tasseled draw string tangled around him at his right hip. Brightly wrapped boxes with ribbons filled the obscenely cheerful sack.

Randy shook his head slightly, and unconsciously mumbled,

“…Santa?…”

Santa gurgled and sputtered. The sound woke Randy from his daze with a blink. The sawed off found it’s mark and roared, the sound loud in the smooth hallway. The white beard flipped up wildly and Santa fell back on his sack of toys and didn’t stir.

After a moment Randy glanced quickly up and down the hall then back to the body in the fuzzy red suite.

“Merry &*@#ing Christmas.”

Nice work on this pilt show, looking forward to see what the future brings.

Keep Surviving

The Kevolution

Dad