Squirt wrote:
Seems like a few of us have survival kits. We should plan to all meet up, so we can build a new soceity, one based on fairness and fraternity and arguing about The Mighty Boosh. Who lives near a farm in the hills were we can grow our own crops and live a life of pastoral bliss, far away from zombie infested cities?
Somebody's been reading John Christopher's The Death of Grass/John Wyndham's Day of the Triffids/ watching Terry Nation's Survivors.
~ "Oh no! My test tube!"
~ "Yeurgh!"
~ "Don't worry. Only johnny foreigner Chinaman will be affected! Have faith, Britons!"
~ "Good lord! Yeurgh!"
~ "Oh noes! They're all dead!"
~ "Life isn't worth living!"
~ "Hello survivors, I'm George Baker and have a farm. JOIN ME."
~ "Hurray!"
~"But I'm mad with power!"
~ "Oh no! Let's off him sharpish and run off to that valley!"
~ "Yay! Subsistence farming!"
~ "Ook ook!"
~ "Aiee! Zombie monkeys!"
Um, I can't remember what happens next. The zombie monkeys kidnap Charlton Heston and force him to become an ace attorney, is that it?
P.S: Sorry CUS.