Snippet #2299478

Tallahassee looked in his Rearview mirror, 'Well Fuck a duck, its playtime boys' He skidded around so his hummer blocked the road.

Whistling softly to himself he stepped out of his car and booted the door closed before walking to the rear door window which happened to be down, and pulled a large black bag out. Upon unveiling the contents, a shit-load of guns and ammo, he began to choose which he'd use...'Ak-47?, naww too cliched.... grenades? too much mess M240? fucking perfect.'

He moved the large automatic weapon to the boot of his car with what looked to be about 1000 rounds. 'Come get a bit of Talahassee you flesh eating bastards!' he yelled before raining havok upon the horde. Bodys fell to the onslought as Tallahassee pinpointed the heads of the majority of the zombies.

Only a few stragglers remained and he pulled out his banjo and begun playing an old country song, which only attracted the zombies towards him... The first zombie lost his head to the upward surge of the banjos well built body and the second followed his brother but on the downswing. Only one remained and after teasing the zombie by jogging around it in a circle he simply took out a knife and discarded it in the zombies head. 'And Bill Murray would be goddamned proud of me now' he yelled before humming the tune of ghostbusters and firing shots into the sky from his now steaming weapon.