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This may be my last post. At 19:00hrs BST I am being shipped to a disused US Airforce base here in the heart of Suffolk, to be chased by zombies as part of a friend’s birthday celebrations.
I may not come out of it alive, but if I do, I’ll classify it as research, like everything else in life.
Wish me luck …
If this is your last post, Dylan, it’s been nice knowing you. π
Thankfully I survived (actually, I died but I’m still here to tell the tale) so you haven’t go rid of me yet!
And we’re happy to have you back again π
That shade of lipstick doesn’t really suit you. π
If only I looked that (eternally) young!
I hope it gives you something to chew on… Been nice knowing you.
I survived!*
*Actually, this isn’t true. I died a horrible death surrounded by zombies, but I’m back to tell the tale…
Mwahahahaha!!!!!
A new experience to get your teeth into Dylan π
Or to have teeth get into me!
π
Oooo, take photos!!!!!
Photos? I could barely contain my panic enough to remember what we were supposed to be doing!
I’m so jealous! Despite writing about a Zombie Run that goes wrong, I’ve never actually been on one. Enjoy, and a full report is expected!
I will do. I’ve learnt an awful lot!
Good luck on your zombie research. Hopefully they are the slow, shuffling zombies and not the lighting-speed zombies.
Sadly, they were of both types. Sadly for me, that is…
Very best of luck and I’m sure you’ll have a great time π
It was last night, Peter, and it was indeed brilliant. And scary. And funny. And terrifying…