Zombie Apocalypse! What would you do?
Not those marathon runners or Olympic sprinters; not the "I CAN HAS MEMORY PL0X" type either.
The good old 'drag my feet else I fall over' zombie, the rotheads that number in their thousands and use these oversized numbers alone to overwhelm the prey.
Discuss. For the moment, I am far too lazy to be typing out an essay on my plans!
"It turned out that the ghost was just Mr. Finley, who ran the amusement park. The spooky part is that, as soon as the ghost appeared, the teenagers' dog began to speak! And it spoke in a tortured parody of human speech: 'relp me, Raggy,' it would say. 'I am an abomination and rould re rilled. Rill re, Raggy.'"