There is nothing more satisfying than blowing the heads off zombies, but clean up is a cruel mistress. I spent one full day putting holes in the heads of zombies, now I have to clean up the yard so to speak. You can't just leave a bunch of rapidly decaying bodies laying around, it's just not kosher. Leaving the confines of the house is risky business, especially since I don't have anyone to watch my back. I spent the first part of the morning preparing. I have a modified trailer that I can easily haul around 500 lbs in by hand, that will be used to transport the bodies. I have light weight body armor that I made using some old catcher's gear, thick leather, and some good old fashion chain mail. Lastly I gather protection; a pitch fork for moving bodies, a hatchet for making zombie giblets, and my trusty boom stick (12 gauge double barrell Remington, S-Mart's top of the line, has a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger*). Leaving the house I notice that the streets seem empty, only the echoes of moans from a distance on the wind. I begin my tedious task of gathering bodies for the pyre. I cautiously make my way to the front yard with the trailer and tools in tow. The first couple of loads go smooth and simple, gather the bodies dump them in the empty in ground pool, and repeat. The third would end up costing me. I had dumped the third and final load into the pool and I was in the process of pumping gas in the pool when I felt it and heard it. Unimaginable pain in my left arm followed by the nauseating sound of bone breaking. I had gotten into burning the mass grave that I let my guard down. I wheel around to see the lip-less face of the zombie snarling and gnawing on my arm.....
* I totally stole that from Army of Darkness!!
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