Hello survivors with internet connections.
If you were wondering what it was that made me end so abruptly last night... It wasn't the undead.
Actually, it was almost the undead.
My considerate upstairs neighbours had, for some reason, decided to engage in a themed drinking 'game'.
Yes. A game. Involving drinking. On Tueday.
TUESDAY!
Heavens, above! (Notice how I cleverly used a comma to signify both 'heavens above!' and 'good heavens, people above!')
Even a reanimated corpse with severely reduced brain function might think twice about making a racket on a weekday!
I'm exaggurating... but they were very thoughtless!
Needless to say, when I investigated the noise, which you shouldn't normally do, I found a bunch of moaning, stumbling humans.
Some of them were even biting each other.
One of them staggered up to me, but before I could perform lead-based brain surgery on him, he spoke.
"Man, wat semes to be the broplem?"
Now, I'm a patient fellow, so I replied as politely as possible,
"I'm just trying to get some peace and quiet downstairs... Would you mind keeping the noise down?"
"Asshole."
Come on! His whole flat is having a midweek 'loudest party' competition at the expense of the entire building, and he calls ME an asshole?
People like that probably shouldn't have survived the zombie holocaust.
Learn some manners if you want to stay in this safe building you stuck up, perma-drunk, uncaring, selfish git!
Zombies probably haven't attacked and eaten him yet because they thought he was already infected... Wait a minute...
Bugger me! That might be it! Maybe the infected can be fooled so long as the person is out-of-their-mind drunk!
Living alongside these creatures might just be possible!
Oh my god! We might have just made the biggest discovery since sliced head! (That's the discovery of how to kill the undead)
Got to test this out straight away... I'll be back soon with the results!
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