DIE, RAND, DIE!

She can run; but not faster than bullets.


Rand, currently trapped in the middle of nowhere, dreams of running away to be a brain-eating/flesh-eating zombie.
I just figured I'd...you know..."help."


One lazy afternoon, Rand and I sat discussing pornography. I was typing away, minding my own business...when I faintly heard I familiar *crunch*.



I pointed my gun and shreiked,
"WHAT WAS THAT, RAND?!"




She rand into the driveway, begging for her life. But I knew she was eating my Golden Grahams. And this was the last straw.




So I shot her.

But you see, that's not the end. I couldn't just leave her corpse in my driveway...I had to dispose of it somehow.
That's when I spotted the garbage can.





And as I turned to go back inside...



Several Golden Grahams fell from her hand.


Unfortunately, a few hours later she climbed out of the dumpster, because she's a zombie, and zombie's don't die*.
_{* unless you cut off their heads, which actually doesn't always work.}

Stupid Rand and her undeadness...

Let's go on another Killing Spree!
It's about TIME that camera-dodging ho got offed.