''So...White what will you do in the eventual zombie apocalypse?''

[Use you as bait...now go away]

''No, I mean like what weapon would you use?''

[Your corpse...]

''Friends?''

[None.]

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''Vehicle?''

[Walk.]

''Base?''

[Nowhere...now go away?]

''Thing you'd save first?''

[My PC...]

''How would you kill your first zombie?''

[Push your fatass on it...]

''That's mean D:''

[I know.]

''You're mean.''

[I know, now go away before I actually do push you into a zombie]

''But there are no zombies...''

[Not yet....but I promise you that I'll find a way soon...]

''WHAT!!??''

[Oh you see I'm part of a super secret government group called.......Zombie science team.....now that I told you I'll have to kill you]

''Kill me!''

[Yep...better start running]

''AAAAAAAAAH''

Red runs away.

[Fucking idiot...-sigh-]

White goes back to reading with a small smirk on his face.