When last we left our zombie-fighting stuffed bunny, we were deciding whether to rally the police troops or to gracefully retire to a holding cell. Breaking from our normal habit of enlightened self-interest, we opted to go all Dirty Harry on Clampy Pete:
Well. Ahem. That seems not to have turned out so well. But we're still fighting, people! We have both a gun and bullets, which you have to admit is better than just one of the two. Plus we have a plucky if somewhat pessimistic pal parading down the primrose path to Hell with us.
On the one hand I'm tempted to go Full Metal Rabbit on these jokers. Maybe we can blast a path clear to shelter, or failing that maybe we can trip our erstwhile companion and slow the horde down while they feast on his brains and we make our escape.
On the other hand, this is looking a bit desperate, and I've grown fond of having our brains in our own head and not in some zombie's gullet. So some sort of "out" would be nice, just in case.
You make the call and defend it in the comments, folks!
I don’t think I could actually shoot myself, so I say go down fighting. And if I am to be a Zombie, hopefully I’ll have enough cognizance to go after Clampy Pete….and Maybe a few other people that have Irked the Bunny over the years…..
I’m not so much concerned with joining the living dead (getting myself bitten just once on day one is, in fact, my plan for the zombie apocalypse); I’m more worried about being torn apart and having our little stuffed entrails strewn from block to block. So, save a bullet for ourselves.
Well, I’ve read ahead, and there’s more humor saving the last bullet for yourself. That’s all I’m saying.
Well, it’s only one bullet, and it’s either that or becoming a WoW player while the internet is down.
I`m for shooting them all to hell. Also, I`m not sure a stuffed bunny CAN become a zombie….