Heavier than A Pound

Last person I texted was my brother. But the last person that I’ve IM’d was Mr. Nublutts. Kilobro has family bonds on his side, and we already shared our zombie plans. Nublutts has useful skills in the first aid dept which is handy in survival situations. I have a good idea of which of the two is more likely to come back for me if he needed to, though. *coughKilobrocough* because the nagging voice in his head of our mother would be too much to bear as he tries to leave me behind.

Weapon would be a rocket launcher, which sucks for anything close range. Food would be endless chili, which sucks if we end up holed up in an enclosed room for an extended period of time.

This zombie apocalypse is lame.

(Source: victran)