At first I thought my BFF was just trying his new weight gain program, but sniper rifles pierce through the body, so that couldn’t be it. Whatever he was doing though, it was wrong. As we took cover from his shots and Brad told me the game plan, a zombie walked up to us for a hug. However, before I could hug it back, my “BFF” blew its head off.
|Now I know how the clown felt.|
It wasn’t the multiple chainsaw gashes that injured him. It was Brad’s gun. He must use infused super-special Sam Jackson bullets.
|It must've been from that girl... Or the clown, the store manager, the zombies, or Otis after I whacked him.|