Libras would survive the zombie apocalypse because they can make friends with anyone. In an apocalypse scenario, this means whoever has the guns and the food.
“God is punishing us! A terrible warlock has died among us, and by night he rises from his grave, wanders through the village, and does such things as bring fear upon the very boldest! How could even you help being afraid of him?”
There still wasn’t a cure, which wouldn’t have been a big deal, except the symptoms piled on. Fevers. Headaches. Nightmares. Nausea. He vomited at least twice per day. He was down to a fraction of his size.
Sometimes it feels like Aries spend their entire life waiting for the zombie apocalypse to happen, just so they can finally do something interesting for once.
Shwoop-shwoop-shwoop went the shovels, until finally — a thud! The coffin! It bounced from corner to corner, back and forth. They stared at the gold-plated casket, mouths gaping until finally the lid forced itself open.
I couldn’t help but scoff. “You saying you’re a Ghostbuster?”
“That’s putting a bit too fine of a point on it for my liking. Plus, I think the title might be taken.”
What do the walkers do during the day? Chill underground or something?
My story was about “Zombie,” a new drug that had hit the streets of Detroit, but was still so underground only those heavily entrenched in the world of hard drugs and law enforcement knew about it.
1. Use your record collection. 2. The lid of the toilet tank. 3. If you’re good at golf, you can take them out from a distance. 4. Kitchen appliances are cool, but not always reliable. 5.