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Originally posted by mothermold
Being in a place or town overrun with the living dead...my gun jamming and having to bash zombies in the head with a bat or pipe or something.
There's usually a group of us(people with no faces or people I have'nt seen before)and were pretty well armed...I think we get paid by the head for the number of zombies we bring in,and we literally have to remove their heads and bring them(heads)in in order to get paid.
We ride in some kinda big armored tank/trunk that looks somthing like the transport in Aliens.
Anyway my faceshield or visor gets covered in blood(black)and I have to take my helmet off...this is when I usually get bit on the back of the neck or something and dream over.
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Sounds like John Carpenter's Vampires, except wth zombies
Hmmm...
*Ponders 'John Carpenter's Zombies'*
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