My Opinion Of How/When And/Or What "Z-Day" Will Be...
In The First Hours Of "Z-Day" I Would Go...
were ever the hell i want
My Ideal Weapon(s) To Use During "Z-Day"...
a spoon or shot gun(if spoon is not available)
Other Than Zombies I Would Have To Worry About...
um zombies duh
"space monkeys" a poem by Artis Noel
As I look at my 2 puppies, I stare out my window into the shadows, When suddenly I see zombies, Now we all know that zombies don't eat apples which is by irony the only food I have, But rather they crave brains, I see them coming towards my house, Each carrying a cleaver knife and a rusty spoon, Suddenly one of my puppies says to me,"C'mon I have a spaceship lets escape", As you should know I thought I was hallucinating, But, I was desparate so I said "ok", We got in the spaceship which was controlled by a monkey, As we shooted out of my apt. and into the dark abyss I looked Down and was consumed with disbelief when I saw that the Zombies were carrying a elephant, A dead Elephant, We got into space and trailed to the nearby planet called Mars, As we landed on its surface I looked out my window, At first i didn't see anything through the thick, red dust, Then I saw them, Those furry creatures with long tails in space suits, Space Monkeys, I realized that they didn't have helmets on so I figured that I didn't need one, I was handed a pair of goggles though, I put them on and stepped out, I realized then that they weren't just anytype of space monkeys , they were Alien Zombie Space Monkeys, As I faded into unconciousness to death I realized I realized I Should have never trusted a talking puppy, And thus was my last thought before I died........
Raped by the dead, bent over at the grave,
I attack from behind, and you drop your precious roses.
Your warmth rouses me, the hunger burns within
and I laugh at your screams as I tear away your clothing.
Man, Woman, means nothing to me,
I violate their holes, rape the living equally.
When the act's completed, I spill my stinking goo
and as I pull away my rotting cock breaks off in you.
Screams! We Breed! The bitch is oozing with seed
The orgy will not stop, until every corpse has ravaged your twat
We are many and writhing with lust, hate and reek of disgust
Every hole will be torn, battered and dripping with fluids before we are
We are going to hurt you. We are going to fuck you.
We are going to eat you, while you're still alive.
We will sodomize you, tear the insides from you.
We will fuck your ruptured flesh, as you beg to die.
Untold millennia of breeding, a most hideous evolution.
New forms of life after death, and a lust that can never be killed.
We rise from mouldering graves, to beat, to rape and devour you.
Our need can never be sated. Your flesh can never endure our love.
In all actuality, when the time comes where we would have to defend ourselves against any sort of undead creature, I truly believe that our best bet would be to post on this page as often as we can so as to find any and all survivors. As well I will be posted on an island (we haven't been shown that zombies can in fact swim) with a way back to the mainland, plenty of food and water, and internet to boot. If there is anyone interested in joining me message me for the coordinates within the…