It looks like the boy made it to the helipad ahead of the zombies.
Now where is that damned helicopter?
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I am a performance artist. My media are juxtaposition, irony, and oxymoron. Hyperbole is my stage and apparent non sequitors are the nearly ubiquitous impetuses. I hope you enjoy it. If you don't, refer your concerns to the complaint department. If you're under 18 and reading this with a parent, congratulations on such a smart parent; otherwise, go away. You've been warned.
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Wait, you went hunting the undead and neglected to tell me?
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Wait, you were chased by the undead and they never told me?
Yes.
Are you sure the zombies didn't get you? You haven't posted on this thing in over a month now....
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