yes but they will catch you eventually, there is power in swarms
Mine is to go to wal-mart get all the ammo I can and food as well, the find a place with a second story, blow out the stairs and hole up as long as possible.
Take me away, I just want out from this self-imprisoned self-made Hell. Don't be surprsed, this is your mind coming to life by self-sacrifice. This tragedy of death will walk hand in hand with every thought of regret. Blame yourself for what you've become. The mind is a powerful thing set to self-destruct.
~I, Dementia - Whitechapel~
My plan would be to barrricade, get together with me biatches and form our own little possee and cap some zombie mo'fos.... then we'd rade a Currys shop and get a cam corder and make our own Zombie Movies
Oh, and i'd have to get myself a Sherman Crab tank for Zombie Slaughtering
(Basically, a Tank with lots of flails on the end to whip mines.... picky:
.... who WOULDN'T want to drive that into a horde of Zombie-Chavs :P)
Wow, I like this conversation, but what do you do when you run out of gas in that tank?
Take me away, I just want out from this self-imprisoned self-made Hell. Don't be surprsed, this is your mind coming to life by self-sacrifice. This tragedy of death will walk hand in hand with every thought of regret. Blame yourself for what you've become. The mind is a powerful thing set to self-destruct.
~I, Dementia - Whitechapel~
Take me away, I just want out from this self-imprisoned self-made Hell. Don't be surprsed, this is your mind coming to life by self-sacrifice. This tragedy of death will walk hand in hand with every thought of regret. Blame yourself for what you've become. The mind is a powerful thing set to self-destruct.
~I, Dementia - Whitechapel~
Ehh I've got a cd by foamy on my xbox, he just sounds like denis leary with a squeaky voice really
Take me away, I just want out from this self-imprisoned self-made Hell. Don't be surprsed, this is your mind coming to life by self-sacrifice. This tragedy of death will walk hand in hand with every thought of regret. Blame yourself for what you've become. The mind is a powerful thing set to self-destruct.
~I, Dementia - Whitechapel~
