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The Hunt

After Legend got blown up along with all of the city zombies, I was now the sole survivor and sick and tired of hiding out at Hobby Lobby, bored of making necklaces, soaps and candles and doll houses every single day, I decided hunting countryside zombies should make up a good part of my day, deciding to lure all of them south to the Everglades, that way the alligators down there could have a feeding frenzy day, running down there as if I were a female Forrest Gump, the zombies right behind me slowly catching up, finally making it the edge of the great swamp, I lured the zombies close by and heard my first chomp, taking a risk with my ammonia and urine alligator repellant sprayed all over me, the alligators came out snatching and eating all the zombies except for me, thank God because it gave me time to flee, desperately searching for a bathroom around the glades, from drinking on my run down there way too much Gatorade. 10-30-16

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Date: 10/31/2016 9:45:00 AM
Great knowledge about zombies. I have nothing.Best of luck.
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Cheryl Hoffman
Date: 10/31/2016 9:48:00 AM
Originally wrote about luring them to the north pole but read up on them finding out they don't like the cold! Had to change my theme to the south, hearing they like warmer climate by word of mouth! thanks for the visit Anisha!:)
Date: 10/30/2016 11:14:00 AM
no chance with china and usa your going to killing zombies again in about another 50 years :-)
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Cheryl Hoffman
Date: 10/30/2016 8:59:00 PM
Thanks for the zombie update Stephen!:)

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