Oh, also, on the subject of home defense against zombies... when I was a teenager & still lived with my parents, we lived over our shop, & there was a bar/restaurant next door.
One night, I heard a scary noise out back, & looked for something heavy.
I picked up a hand-drill in one hand, & a hammer in the other, & tiptoed into the dark yard. There was a rattling sound, I was sure.
I looked about the yard, no one there.
I opened the back gate & peered left & right along the driveway.
I decided not to creep next door & check there, 'cos I'd started to think that all I'd heard was water dripping into a broken plastic flowerpot, rattling in the gutter.
I went back to bed.
Next morning, I was leaving for school, when I saw there were police outside the back of the bar next door.
A man WITH AN AXE had smashed through the back door of the place & stolen bottles of booze & some cash.
Hand-drill & hammer teen against AXE MAN... I don't fancy my chances!
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Date: 2007-12-04 03:28 pm (UTC)One night, I heard a scary noise out back, & looked for something heavy.
I picked up a hand-drill in one hand, & a hammer in the other, & tiptoed into the dark yard. There was a rattling sound, I was sure.
I looked about the yard, no one there.
I opened the back gate & peered left & right along the driveway.
I decided not to creep next door & check there, 'cos I'd started to think that all I'd heard was water dripping into a broken plastic flowerpot, rattling in the gutter.
I went back to bed.
Next morning, I was leaving for school, when I saw there were police outside the back of the bar next door.
A man WITH AN AXE had smashed through the back door of the place & stolen bottles of booze & some cash.
Hand-drill & hammer teen against AXE MAN... I don't fancy my chances!