Night of the Living Deb Page #9
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- 2015
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- Oh! Wait. What?
You have a bite wound there. Just keep
it clean and change that bandage daily.
No, she was bitten by a Zombie.
those people back there have'?
- Yeah!
- You can't get that from biting.
Yeah, that is really
an archaic way of thinking.
I mean, a biter would have to have an open
wound in his mouth literally gushing blood.
Even then, it's like a thousand to one.
What are you, some kind of zombie-phobe'?
No, no. A lot of my best
friends are zombies.
Probably.
We're just messing with you.
These things are hideous.
- Yeah, filthy!
- But you can't get it from a bite, so...
Turns out it was in the Water or something.
Who knew?
- You said you wanted to eat me.
- Yeah, that's embarrassing.
You talked about internal organs.
I mean, it got really specific.
- Well, I was delirious, okay.
- You sure you don't want to now'?
- Mm, you said some things, too.
- I know I did.
So...
It's safe to assume that you like me.
Hey!
How did you guys figure
out this virus so fast?
- Oh, we had a little help.
- Dad!
Ryan!
Hey, Deb. What a night, huh'?
- Turns out biting doesn't turn you.
- Yeah, we heard!
But how did you
escape the troops?
Well, like I said,
biting doesn't turn you.
Come on! What are you Waiting for'?
I'm already bit, you dumb pansies!
- Drop the weapon!
- Come on, finish me!
- My head is killing me.
- We are approaching.
- Put it down!
- Make me, you dumb-ass!
Dale! Chowder! Mad Dog!
Chaz.
Jazzy Chazzy. That's my Pop.
Be careful with him, okay?
- Oh?
- Son!
Pops, we play billiards.
Be cool! That's my Pops!
- That's my boy!
- Yep.
Came to save you. I wonder where Ryan is'?
Off with his new girlfriend probably.
I don't see him.
What's up, douche?
- We're alive and we're under arrest.
- That's my boy!
Yeah!
Now, come on.
Hurry up and kiss the girl.
- Oh...
- I've got a date with the Feds.
The towns overrun with zombies so they'll
be bombing the hell out of Portland soon.
Wooo!
Come on!
You don't have to kiss me.
No, I was going to anyway.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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