That's what you get when you're stupid.
It doesn't matter what clothes you had or what shoes you had, or how cool you were, or how many Facebook friends you garnered, what will matter in the end is what weapons you had, how many zombies you killed, and how long you survived.
Just eat some chex mix and have a glass of milk and you'll be fine.
They say that if you're good at something, never do it for free. But who would pay me to make bad jokes?
