Hello.
It is confirmed. The experiment takes place on Friday evening.
Potentially, the biggest discovery of all time... post outbreak time that is... Might just take place tomorrow.
Of all post-outbreak time!
Our names could be remembered by the generations to come... The givers of freedom...
Lives might be changed. Lives might be saved. Lives might be lived.
Now, I wonder if Dr Oppenheimer felt this way before they fired the first nuclear weapon...
Or Mr Hovis when he invented sliced bread... Wait, was that Hovis? I don't know... Okay, forget that one.
We are standing on the brink of revelation. We are waiting at the edge of the unknown.
And when I say we, I mean, me and my fearless volunteers. Well, fearless or desperate...
Turns out that offering someone free alcohol is enough to overpower their survival instincts and turn them into... Guinea Pigs.
Either way, tomorrow night, we will creep out to a secure location and test to see if intoxication via ethanol can deter the horde.
Realistically, this is doomed to fail.
Why would ingesting a chain of molecules cause the undead to go off their food?
All the logic is wrong. It does not make sense. But it's worth a try.
Surely people like upstairs idiot asshole guy couldn't have survived unless they were pissed out of their brains.
Got to keep justifying the risk. I might die tomorrow evening. But it will have been for a good cause.
Really high chance I'll get bitten. But I'll have pursued science to the end...
Everyone is going to be eaten. Well, it was worth a try.
Ahem... I'm sure it will be fine.
To be fair... What's the worst that could happen?
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