{{Comic title: The Coding Dead - #16}}
Resident Fermento
/ Zombie: Tee hee
[[Resident Tori and Juke are shooting pistols]]
/ <<BANG>>
/ Sil (off panel): Guys! Hang on! I'm on my way to help you!
/ Juke: Hurry up man! We can't hold 'em off for much longer!
Sil: You guys ok? I was on my way but somene thought it would be funny if--
/ Tori: Yeah yeah, less talking, more shooting!
/ <<BLAM>>
/ Juke: Seems the entire IT department at Umbrella was overrun!
Sil: IT department?
/ [[Tori reloads; Juke taps his head with his pistol]
/ <<poc poc>>
/ Juke: Yep. Apparently this batch of zombies is not after our brains.
/ Sil: Why are we shooting at them then?
[[Three zombies approach]]
/ Zombies: bbbrrroooooooaadddbbbaaaannnddd ccaaaaabbbllleee moooooooodemm
/ {{broadband cable modem}}
Juke: Get away from my Internet connection you dirty corpses!
/ <<BANG BANG>>
/ Zombies: ow ow carl?
/ Tori: Hey I used to date that blonde one.
/ Sil: Away! Away from my 1337 box! You shall not pass!
[[At Nicole's Halloween party, Matt in a Pikachu costume, Joel in an awesome Amaterasu costume with boobs and Nicole in a bad Sonic costume]]
/ Nicole: Matt's here! Oh, I'm so glad you decided to come. And who's your lady friend?
/ Joel: Hey fag.
/ Nicole: ...Joel?!
[[Rick in a Solid Snake costume and Angie in a Yoshi costume at the snack table]]
/ Rick: Can you believe those two actually got together?
/ Angie: Finally! It's been like two fuckin' years. Big teases, the both of them.
/ Rick: How long do you think they'll last?
/ Angie: As long as they last long enough for me to get pictures, I really don't care.
[[Cecil in a Ratchet costume and Angie at the snack table]]
/ Cecil: Not a bad party, Nicci.
/ Nicole: Thanks.
/ Cecil: You don't look like you're enjoying yourself too much...
/ Nicole: Just got stuff on my mind, I guess.
/ Cecil: Seems like you've got Joel on the mind.
/ Nicole: No, actually, I was trying to remember where I left my gimp mask...Hope it's not in my dad's car again. Apparently, surprise bondage makes a bad impression on new investors...
[[Matt, Joel, Kevin in a Travis Touchdown costume and Cecil on the couch. Kevin is poking Joel's boob.]]
/ Kevin: Really went all out, huh.
/ Joel: Gotta love what you do.
/ Cecil: It's such a pretty costume. I really expected something violent or gory from you, Joel.
/ Joel: Nothing's scarier than irony. Except for those zombie dogs from Resident Evil 4...Or the threat of another Indiana Jones movie.
"Ah, nature -- birds on the wing, wind in the trees, the woodlands resplendent in their verdant glory... Look, you wouldn't have any brains on you, would you?"
/ "I knew it, you zombie fuck!"
/ This sort of situation was precisely why Tracey always carried a shotgun.
Apple: <<zzz>>
Kiwi: <<zzz>>
/ Apple: Huh
Apple: Dammit Kiwi.
Apple: Hey.
Kiwi: HEY APPUL
Apple: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Kiwi: DON'T BE SCARED. I JUST WANT SOME LOVIN'.
/ Apple: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
/ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Kiwi: Some sweet zombie lovin'.
<<SLUUUUURP>>
<<Poof>>
/ Apple: AH!
Apple: <<Pant Pant Pant>>
Kiwi: You have a bad dream Apple?
/ Apple: Yeah.
Kiwi: The one where I'm a zombie tryin' to get some sweet zombie lovin'?
Apple: uh huh.
Kiwi: <<Le Sigh>> I'll go inject myself with some zombie anti-virus.
As more and more of the world fell to the zombie outbreak, our little arctic village remained the one safe place. Zombies would never be able to march through 500 miles of open tundra.
The las communication from elsewhere occurred 3 days before the final sunset of summer. We stood on the beach and wondered what the point was to surviving til sunrise come again.
Magenta: Right! Let's move on. We'll head east...
/ Zombie: Braaaiins!
Lance: A zombie? I'll take care of her.
<<Slash!>>
Lance: Well, that was easy.
Decker: Um... It might get a little harder.
/ Zombie2: Braains!
/ Zombie3: Brains!
TUESDAY: Couldn't fall asleep till 5:00 AM.
WEDNESDAY: Woke up at 11:00 AM. ZOMBIE. Vowed to give up caffeine for a time.
Lost it in a meeting. Whined to my mom.
Read "Locas II" in bed. Drifted off. Slept from 8:00 - 10:00 PM.
Talked to Drew and Chris and Lizz and Hannah from 10:00-midnight. Sleeepy.
Slept from 12:00-8:30 AM.
THURSDAY: FIRE DRILL!!!
/ Then: Breakfast.
11:00 AM - 1:00 PM: slept.
/ It feels like just one shitty day that never ends.
I hereby pledge not to say anything stupid today
/ So is it just me, or is everybody blonde lately?
/ No.
The trend lately has been toward darker hair colors, from what I've seen.
/ I mean PROFESSING blondes! Like, girls with darker and darker hair keep telling me that they're blonde!
/ Wishful thinking. They're jealous of blondes.
Like, even readheads are blondes now if they're light enough to be "strawberry blonde". I mean, what's so bad about being a redhead?
Is that like, a personal stab at me for being a blueberry blonde?
/ OK. Tomorrow is the day when I don't say anything stupid.
/ Because you don't even have any hair at all!
[[a and b standing around. a is dressed as superman]]
/ a: I'm superman!
/ b: *stares in disbelief* Really?
a: Yup!
/ b: <em>Really?</em>
a: Yup!
/ b: You're going to make it that easy?
/ a: *looks confused*
[[b shoots a in the chest. blood!]]
[[Tommy and Polly fighting zombies]]
/ Tommy: Hey I got this awesome chick's number last night…
/ Polly: Dude! Don't call a girl a chick! That's totally sexist!
/ [[Tommy and Polly continue to fight zombies]]
/ Tommy: Ok fine - so I met this great DAME last night.
/ Polly: Uh - no.
/ Tommy: Broad?
/ Polly: No!
/ Tommy: Frail? Bitch? Ho? A hot piece of ass?!
/ Polly: No! No! No! And No! JESUS!
/ Tommy: Um…
/ [[Tommy lights up. Polly has look of horror on her face.]]
/ Tommy: …Gash?
/ [[Polly's head explodes]]
/ <<Boom!>>
/ [[Polly is now headless. Tommy rolls his eyes.]]
/ <<tsk>>
/ Tommy: Chicks…
