Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

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* finds a sniper rifle and merrily picks off the attracted zombies at various distances*
 
*Som continues to burn, popping off shots between drags on the blunt in his mouth.* Purty night out here. Did you really think I'd twist em off, n that was...abrupt. It was an accident btw. Though, I was tempted.
 
*Som continues to burn, popping off shots between drags on the blunt in his mouth.* Purty night out here. Did you really think I'd twist em off, n that was...abrupt. It was an accident btw. Though, I was tempted.
* pauses for a moment, then grips the gun tighter and swivels so it points in his general direction, though safely aimed at the floor*

If you want sex, ask. Dont try to weasel into my bed under the guise of waking me from a nightmare. Get it?

* turns back and resumes shooting*
 
I wasn't. I swear. I honestly heard weird shit. Came to tell you. Then you cuddled up on me. Which was great. As was givin you the massage. It was sensual and comforting without being sexual. I meant every word. Would I have loved it if we fucked? Yes. I wasn't pushin it. My hands honestly slipped. You moved when I wasn't expectin it. *He shrugs, ignoring the rifle feet from his face. He methodically fires and loads, fires and loads.* Like when i got here, im all for being a bit crude, seein a pretty lady. im up front about it though.
 
* grunts and pulls the trigger, pausing in the relative darkness to hear the thump of its already lifeless body hit the ground*

If you want sex, ask. I'm going to bed.

* sets the gun back in its case and heads downstairs. leaving the hatch open*
 
*His head turns when she goes, admiring the view.* I'll keep that in mind. Before you go...If I asked would the answer be yes or no? *His grin is wide, genuinely curious.*
 
* pauses at the bottom the the ladder*

It would depend on the wind. Sweet dreams.
 
Sweet dreams Whip. Hope the ponies don't get upset about the murals. *Som returns to his sights, popping off round after round constantly, cursing when he misses, correcting to hit exactly where he wants he next shot. He covers a shift of their, watching his quadrant for anything funky then crashing out himself when a replacement goes up.*
 
Hey, y'all, I've been out foraging and I found a car to replace the Ford Falcon XB GT Couple that I wrecked the other day while outrunning and fighting the marauders. I can't believe that the car museum three towns over had one of these.

May I present to you, my new ride, the Ford Falcon John Goss Special. What are the chances that I find two Australian built Fords in the same month?

http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h109/soilantgreen/JohnGossSpecial.jpg


In the world just passed, we might have had a Super Bowl today, but since the Zombie Apocalypse, NFL now stands for "Not Fucking Living." And all the football stadiums, if you remember, were turned into quarantine zones with National Guardsmen keeping the infected in while the CDC looked for a cure. Yeah, and look how good that turned out.

So anybody that wants some football today is going to have to recreate it themselves. We can throw the ball around out on the field that WhipLuvr made by destroying all the trees in the west forest. There's plenty of room to play the Zombie Bowl if you're interested.

I'll be grilling hot dogs and hamburgers...and veggie burgers for NeonKnickers.
 
What about the steaks dude? Theres a friggin farm about...30 miles out of here. We could roast an entire beast if we wanted. Do it really old school. Or just carve what we need and put the rest in the walkin. Thoughts?
 
What about the steaks dude? Theres a friggin farm about...30 miles out of here. We could roast an entire beast if we wanted. Do it really old school. Or just carve what we need and put the rest in the walkin. Thoughts?

There's plenty of steak from where I got the hamburger. I murdered a cow this morning. That'll teach the rest of the Angus cattle to look at me like that.

And I discovered that one should wear old clothes when butchering beeves.

I think we all learned something out there.

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Good. Good. Didn't know how fresh the burger was, or if anything left of the rest. Hrm... A few of the guys workin the field have been complaining about Boars... We could go for some real pigskin. And have roast pork with the barbecue. Hehehe. Get my armor and this'll be fun.... Screw the rifles. Football is a rugged, painful sport, a relic of the battles in our pasts when bodies collided, battle was brutal, upclose, physical, personal. I'll be bringing my battleaxe.
 
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Screw the rifles. Football is a rugged, painful sport, a relic of the battles in our pasts when bodies collided, battle was brutal, upclose, physical, personal. I'll be bringing my battleaxe.

Gonna play the Mayan version of the game are you?
 
Yep. Surloin, T, New York strip, a bit of filet mignon. I'll get the bacon. Who's comin with? *Som gets ready, and heads out just past the vegetable patches, armored head to toe, just hoping he doesn't get charged hard enough to dent armor. If he finds monster pig, he could still get broken ribs.* Yeeeehawwww!!!!
 
Did someone say steak?

:D

How do you take yours, Ma'am?

Yep. Surloin, T, New York strip, a bit of filet mignon. I'll get the bacon. Who's comin with? *Som gets ready, and heads out just past the vegetable patches, armored head to toe, just hoping he doesn't get charged hard enough to dent armor. If he finds monster pig, he could still get broken ribs.* Yeeeehawwww!!!!

I guess it's you versus the feral hogs dude. I'm going to serve up some meat for the nice lady.
 
*Som returns about fortyfive minutes later, a pig hung across his should, a good 125 pounds of meat.* We got a pit? Or one of those huge grill/smokers you Southerners always have?
 
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