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When I started thinking way too much about Zombies: In the dark nights of winter, when they are moving slowly past my bunker, I see faces of those that I used to know "before". And shoot them for mercies sake.. And target practice! Long after Day Zed, "The Day The World Learned to Shamble Along", we began to find visiting Zed, working east from Portland, west from Boise, traveling those hundreds of miles on unshod torn to ratshit feet. Many of our people had only seen Zed in pictures, on 'net before it died, or in newspapers. Frightening for those who had never left the relative safety of our farming communities. Soon seen all over Free Eastern OrYgunn the signs: "Only Good Zed is a Dead Again Zed!". Learning and teaching our small lot of Privateering survivors had been a hard lesson for all in itself. "Guns Save Lives!" What started my zombie fixation: Raging of the undead, including my neighbor's poodle Fred, who made the change soon after eating some leftover brains. It was more survival than fixation, trying to find the living mixed within the undead, soon to realize there were no survivors around these parts. Favorite Zombie book: Congressional Record. Ever watch C-Span before the change? Talk about good looking clones and zombies in office!! Favorite Zombie movie: Hmmm.. Older or newer? Like all of them, even the cheezy ones. Favorite quote in any zombie movie: "Them ain't slow folks Fred, thems ZOMBIES!"
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