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Discussion in 'The Perfect Line and Other Riding Myths' started by Thanantos, Apr 7, 2012.
I gave it up some Three-Quarters through. Didn't get to discover the ending.
Nothing is better than FLAMING zombies running after you
well, the zombie apocalypse is starting for me,
yesterday at work, i was driving around when i was talkign to this girl who was looking at my arm on the window of hte car, and just randomly said, i have an urge to bite your arm, her boyfriend was next to her, thinking this is a bit strange, so i wound the window up, and went home, then my daughter was screaming, a 5 year old, and then went for me and bit me, took a huge chunk of flesh out of my belly, blood, skin, and all that through a shirt.
zombies, my childs a zombie
I was suddenly bored with AUD when I discovered the "We're Alive" podcast, which I found to be absolutely gripping and intense.
And this can be performed with a scooter:
Set the zombie head alight. Takes out eyesight and hearing prior to frying any kind of intellect.
First problem is that you assume intellect. Zed is a non stop eating machine propelled by instinct; with no fear, no remorse, and no pain.
Fire is the absolute worst method.
The trick is stealth, silence, and speed. Suppressed weapons and archery, swords, and wit are the only things that will keep you alive
I did say: "Takes out eyesight and hearing prior to frying any kind of intellect."
Head on fire means jellied eyeballs, crisped ears, collapsed nostrils, so there is a shortage of senses to zero in on one of the uncomtaminated as a target. Target selection requires some decision making however minor . . . . but there's no effective sight, smell, or hearing.
Are they going to be able to "fix" their quarry via engine vibration through the asphalt alone?
And that is based on "Shaun of the Dead"-type zombies . . .
. . . which could be easily misled by imitating their shamble to change one's status from that of "target" to that of "fellow stagger-er"?
i mentioned flamethrowers 10 pages back,
wasnt their cars with security systems, with flame throwers down teh side, anti car jacking type thing
reading some of the comments to this,
I'm an old man. As a kid in the '50's (yes, I'm old), my father actually had a fallout shelter built in our house. Probably around 1956 or so. Lowered the ceiling in one part of the basement by putting 8" industrial steel I-beams across an area that was probably 20' x 12. Above the lowered ceiling, they placed about 6" of concrete blocks on top of plywood. Probably between existing floor joists.
(Like a brick pizza oven!) If you were over 5'5", you had to duck to get under the beams. There were a couple of couch/beds, chairs, and he had s storage closet full of food and medicine. Dad was a doctor and it was full of penicillin, syringes, and God only knows what else. He also kept a loaded gun there in case the zombies wanted in. Ventilation was through the door, which had a cement block L built in so that you had to turn and turn again to get in the room There was also a vent pipe that went through a former casement window to a point about 2' off the ground.
More curiously, we made this our family room. The family TV was there, and I remember as a young teenager taking my friends there to watch TV and hang out. We called it "The Shelter." Rolled off our tongues like it was normal.
My family moved in 1964 and the crisis with the Soviets was kinda over, so our new house didn't have a shelter and my father didn;t see the need to build one.
Many many years later I drove by the old house with my brother and we decided to introduce ourselves to the current owners. We met with the briefly, saw most of the house, but when we asked about the "shelter", she said it was just packed with junk storage.
I love that movie!
....They will be sorry someday...
I say put full face helmets on them and use them as pack mules to carry stuff.
Ah - one can never go home again! From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Bach when the old family home's dunny (septic system-WC) was out the back door and through the laundry. When one had been watching "The Outer Limits" late at night and one just had to 'make water' before retiring.
It was a rush out into the darkness - slamming the tongue & grouve door both ways!
To bed, where for myself the head end of my bed poked into the tin former combustion stove enclosure with an open former hot water pipe transit hole at eye level. ( This state of affairs resulting from swapping original kitchen with boy's bedroom.) With the opposite wall being hessian bagging under the window due to it being one of the places where my father had kicked through the unlined fibro wall in a fit of temper - back when it had been the kitchen!
No -- one can never go home again -- thank the seven!
what happens to all the survivers who require medication, like anti depressants or the more extreme medications like blood pressure, diabetes, epilepsy etc,
either they get the meds or learn to live without it.
Darwin is a hard-hearted bastard.
Went to my first gun show this weekend (in twenty plus years) and came across a table of food storage 'specialists' who asked if we were storing yet
Just said 'nope, not yet' Not sure I want to eat dry food that tastes like... dried food when/if the end is here. Best to be taken out in the first wave.