March 12, 2010 by skwishface
ME: so I had a dream the other night
ME: that the zombie apocalypse had come
ME: and my family and I were trying to gain entry to the only safe human compound on the region
ME: others had already gotten in
ME: DrunkAndAngry, for being a berserker zombie killer
ME: DrunkAndAngry’s Wife, for keeping a leash on him
ME: so the council in charge of the compound wanted to let me in, because I can cook and weave clothing
ME: which are oft-underestimated skills in the post-apocalyptic world
ME: but they didn’t want The Husband or The Kids
ME: because kids are useless mouths to feed, and they already had met their quota of big strong guys
ME: but I refused to join the compound unless they took all of us
ME: It was very tense.
ME: If they didn’t accept us, we would have to fend for ourselves in the wilds of Central Texas, with all the killer hippie zombies.
ME: I woke up before the council made their decision.
ME: I hope we make it!
FRIEND: Are you high, Clarie?