Gentlemen. Back on topic, please.
In the event of a zombie apocalypse, I would grab my pool cue and the two biggest knives in the kitchen, and phone my family and friends to check who's survived, while driving over to my girlfriend's place. If she didn't make it, I'd stop the car, get out and kill until I died. If she did, I'd get over there and pick her up, then meet up with others who survived and plan our next move. Which would probably involve evacuating to the Western Isles.
The Undying Night Book 1: Fiendlord.
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