Bizarre zombie/vampire hybrids attack, Gerard is sad because no one will take it seriously, Pete hits on Jon, Brendon and Frank giggle at each other, and Joe and Ray have a hair-off. \o/
Megan had been calling them zombies from the get-go; after the third one, while Adam was busy puking his guts all over the sidewalk, she went around to all of them and hissed, "Listen, they're zombies, do you get it?"
"After the zombie apocalypse, Jamie and Adam dispel several misconceptions about the undead enemy."
"This week, Jamie," Adam said, "we're looking at the myths around zombies."
There are 10 golden rules for surviving a zombie apocalypse. I have them written down in a little imaginary notebook in my mind.
There's probably some kind of scientific word that someone, somewhere is complaining about everyone not using.
It turns out fighting zombies in another world is a lot like being on tour. But this tour is affecting them in ways they never expected, and even Brian isn't immune. But together, they might just be able to get home before The Black Parade comes for My Chemical Romance.
“Holy shit,” you whisper. Dave joins you at the window. There are no stars left in the sky. Nothing but blackness and a faint soap bubble sheen. “Is that a dream bubble?” Dave says. And then it swallows you.
This is a zombie-fied version of the fairy tale, and it's amazing! *flails* I really recommend it if you like rewritten versions of fairy tales and/or zombies.
Megan had been calling them zombies from the get-go; after the third one, while Adam was busy puking his guts all over the sidewalk, she went around to all of them and hissed, "Listen, they're zombies, do you get it?"
Of course he’d have his big gay revelation about his former teammate, in Columbus, during the middle of the fucking zombie apocalypse. That is the life of Jeff fucking Carter, as fucked up and pathetic as humanly possible.
Pete and Patrick, at the end of the world. A podfic of petewentz @ stumpalicious written by svmadelyn
You wake up to the sound of rain thundering hard and heavy against the roof of your apartment building.
Random telepathy, human blankets, pinnacle life experiences and the best way to spend a Halloween.
Abed discovers the reason he's always been different. Plus: fish stick jenga, inappropriate Pierceness, zombiehood, and giant cookies!
"On the bright side," Dick says as he shimmies down the building, "You didn't raise a group of homicidal, raging, vengeful killers and sociopaths so much as you raised a group of emotionally-volatile, obsessive, spiteful vigilantes and paper pushers."
"On the bright side," Dick says as he shimmies down the building, "You didn't raise a group of homicidal, raging, vengeful killers and sociopaths so much as you raised a group of emotionally-volatile, obsessive, spiteful vigilantes and paper pushers."
