*Groan* Brains.....
Here's the plan; at the slightest news report of an "unknown infection" or "strange rioting", we all make a bee-line for my Mum and Dad's place. Nick and the Farrer house gang, you get as much food as you can (canned stuff we don't have to cook would be good). Kath and Sean, you need to get sleeping bags and the like. Liv and Majdie, you're on fuel and light patrol. Jared, get all the beer you can find. Then, with the Bowen arsenal, we'll find a solid building to hold up in until the army arrives. You bastards that ran away to Melbourne will just have to fend for yourselves.
It's foolproof.
It's also possible I've watched too many zombie films recently...
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Fend for ourselves? Ouch...
Seriously though, the new and improved rigging, electrical, scout knots and EXPLOSIVES trained Graham is intending to load the medically trained Sharna, scout survivalist Chris and the rock climbing/mountain bike riding Berin (along with a few baseball bats and chainsaws) into the Black Sedan of death and head straight for the Tomakin beach house...
We could meet you there... Surely there'll be less zombies in Batesman's Bay...
Done deal. We can defend the beach house. And, so long as Reggie is still around, there'll be soft-serve for all.
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