Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

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I don't take advantage of those at a disadvantage. While sober you can expect an attack at any time, but while you're drinking, feeling you up is off limits to me.

I don't speak for the other ladies though. ;)

Wait, I've never seen Dave get handsy, drunk ladies or not, how'd. I miss it?:eek::D
 
Immobilizing and curing them really isn't the problem, it's dealing with the scratching and biting during the curing process. They don't seem to effect me like they do everyone else.

I'll make a list.

I could use some help, sure. ;)

I'm on it....er...them...er....whatever.
So, are you saying that you're capable of immobilizing all at one time? Perhaps I am not well schooled on the art of capturing, immobilizing and the curing of Zombies. Do you offer a class for this sort of thing?

I will be waiting on said list....patiently, even:rolleyes:

Once I've become experienced at it, perhaps I could do the curing? ;)

Once you have finished with this bunch, I will bring you more. Can become pretty gruesome though.
 
So, are you saying that you're capable of immobilizing all at one time? Perhaps I am not well schooled on the art of capturing, immobilizing and the curing of Zombies. Do you offer a class for this sort of thing?

I will be waiting on said list....patiently, even:rolleyes:

Once I've become experienced at it, perhaps I could do the curing? ;)

Once you have finished with this bunch, I will bring you more. Can become pretty gruesome though.

Well, as it turns out, only I can cure them, but I could sure use some help immobilizing them. They tend to scratch the hell out of me during the curing process.

Bring all you can find. I'll fix 'em up. :D
 
Playing? And here I thought you were all serious zombie killing mayhem. (Except for excursions for candy, yarn and heels of course. :D)

Inside the bunker, where we're warm and naked, I'm all about playing and frivolity.

Outside, clothed and armed, I'm all business.
 
Well, as it turns out, only I can cure them, but I could sure use some help immobilizing them. They tend to scratch the hell out of me during the curing process.

Bring all you can find. I'll fix 'em up. :D

Ive never "immobilised", unless deading the undead dead counts and I feel as useless as tits on a bull! Can I help?
 
lol... I'll Protect you, Davie poo...

Besides I don't want them getting into the Reses... *laughs*

Real life: I've got cub scouts tonight so it will be late when I'm on..hope I see everybody later:)

You tell them little fellers that any of them that survive the coming apocalypse and make it here will get their Zombie Response Squad merit badges.
 
Ive never "immobilised", unless deading the undead dead counts and I feel as useless as tits on a bull! Can I help?

If you could capture the females and tie them down so that their teeth and finger/toe nails are not able to reach me, that would be great.

Thanks...



But be careful you don't get bit. Please.
 
Hmmm it's been some time since Ive used rope. Out of practice. I'll limber up and assess my skills. No point going out there if you're not going to come back. Then I'll go find me a ride :D
 
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Dave, Is the tack room the best place to find rope and a whip? I need to find the right weight for a lasso and length and weight of a whip that I can confidently handle. I don't want to be lashing my own back now do I!
 
Dave, Is the tack room the best place to find rope and a whip? I need to find the right weight for a lasso and length and weight of a whip that I can confidently handle. I don't want to be lashing my own back now do I!

Yes, there's at least two whips out there; an old stock whip and a snake whip.

And as for rope, there's some nice reata out there. Gutline, polyester, nylon, and Mexican maguay rope with all sorts of hondos. You ought to be able to find one that suits you.
 
Walking through the wasteland I used to call "The Heartland," I am dogged in my determination to make it to the coordinates laid out on my swords, but made despondent by the blood I've spilled with them. It seems lately I have to take a human for every five deadheads, and this saddens me profoundly when I allow myself the time for introspection.

It seems at every turn when I find pockets of people, there are also pockets of human predators. Sometimes I find the predatory bands first, sometimes I have to hunt them down, tracking the carnage they leave behind.

Is this what we are? Is this us as a nation, as a society, as a species? For every pocket of good people, banding together and seeking life as social beings like those I left behind in Florida, I see a larger pocket of the lowest kind of two-legged leech.

I also have to question whether my standards for taking the living have dropped, and whether my experience at the bunker has shaped that. Any hint of a predatory nature, and whisper of raiding, has become a death sentence for those uttering or implying it.

Am I becoming the problem as much as the solution I hope I can be a part of?

No more time to think about it, no more time to dwell. As the man once said, I've got miles to go before I sleep.

I allow myself one last thought backwards, wondering how the group is faring back in Florida. I'm confident they're still together, what I wonder about is the interplay between all the key folks. I hope they're finding stasis...they're al good people and deserve, now more than ever, happiness devoid of the petty bickering that seemed to define the time just prior to the Happening.
 
Yes, there's at least two whips out there; an old stock whip and a snake whip.

And as for rope, there's some nice reata out there. Gutline, polyester, nylon, and Mexican maguay rope with all sorts of hondos. You ought to be able to find one that suits you.
*pokes Dave in the back*

There's plenty of duct tape in the storeroom. Good for stopping the biting AND the scratching. I can help if you need it. And plastic zipcuffs too. Got those from a police station a few weeks ago.
 
*pokes Dave in the back*

There's plenty of duct tape in the storeroom. Good for stopping the biting AND the scratching. I can help if you need it. And plastic zipcuffs too. Got those from a police station a few weeks ago.

Oh, hi there!!!!

Where have you been, Whip? I looked in the motor pool, the watch tower, and the co-ed showers. I was starting to get worried, but then I know how you can take care of yourself.

Can I make you a drink?
 
Filled with a sense of purpose for the first time since my arrival, I head to my dorm room.
I chuckle as I find clothing a bit scratchy and irritating. Lol even though its only been a couple of days of nakedness. As I move to collect my rifle I pause by the window. A sense of disquiet ripples against my senses giving me pause. I turn to the dresser and fully "kit" up, donning boots & coat last. 200 rounds in my swag I stride out of my room and head for the causeway.
 
Oh, hi there!!!!

Where have you been, Whip? I looked in the motor pool, the watch tower, and the co-ed showers. I was starting to get worried, but then I know how you can take care of yourself.

Can I make you a drink?
I've been ... busy. Checking fence lines, doing crap out on the outer perimeter.

I sure would like a drink once I de-gear.

*gestures to the wide belt of tools and weapons strapped tight around my waist before heading off to my room for something considerably more comfortable*
 
*Stands in front of the ice bin with a scoop in one hand, a large rocks glass in front of me, and a bottle of very expensive vodka in my other hand, waiting for Whip.*
 
Poking around the Smokehouse, I find a rope of amazing Keilbasa ... gotta have breakfast for dinner! Crispy fried (in bacon grease) taters loaded with onions and gar ... scratch the garlic, withm the keilbasa mixed in, topped with gently poached eggs. Buttermilk biscuits, gravy, pancakes, Juice. Noting I still have no calphalon pans ... but I won't whine. Nope. I'll just make do. We are in the midst of a zombie apocalypse, you know.

All right, y'all ... grub's done ... I cooked, I ain't cleaning LOL I am going to eat in my room to play with my puppy a bit. Be back for dancing
 
Poking around the Smokehouse, I find a rope of amazing Keilbasa ... gotta have breakfast for dinner! Crispy fried (in bacon grease) taters loaded with onions and gar ... scratch the garlic, withm the keilbasa mixed in, topped with gently poached eggs. Buttermilk biscuits, gravy, pancakes, Juice. Noting I still have no calphalon pans ... but I won't whine. Nope. I'll just make do. We are in the midst of a zombie apocalypse, you know.

All right, y'all ... grub's done ... I cooked, I ain't cleaning LOL I am going to eat in my room to play with my puppy a bit. Be back for dancing

I'll wash the dishes.

*Waits until she leaves and throws all the dishes away. Replaces them in the cupboards with the Calphalon cookware that I found yesterday in town.*
 
*Stands in front of the ice bin with a scoop in one hand, a large rocks glass in front of me, and a bottle of very expensive vodka in my other hand, waiting for Whip.*
*carefully picks an ice cube out of the tray and presses it to the middle of Dave's back*

Hello, Tiger.
 
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