it's still not about zombies - really

     “I hope not. So what’s the plan? And how can I help? I guess. But if that thing hops up and tries to eat me I’m out of here. And if we roll him over and I find one of your kitchen knives buried in the abdomen of someone who was alive and happy yesterday I might just have to call the police.”
      “That’s ridiculous. I don’t even own any kitchen knives.”


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