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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #18

My testicles—the Panza Twins—were howling. I rolled around on the ground, waiting for the enemy’s final technique. You know the one that thoroughly destroys the opponent? That one. I wish I could say I hated the he was going to … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #17

I kick started the bike as I dreamed dreams of exploding zombies, and the sweet reward of a hardware store to call my own. I took an extra loop or three around the area, just to satisfy myself that I … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #16

“Ew.” What else could I say? Intestines, liver, and some bulbous green thing, are not a pretty sight at the best of times. I got up after giving my lukewarm opponent’s body the heave-ho. There wasn’t a wet-nap large enough … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #15

He body-checked me into the bar. The same one my motorcycle was hidden behind. The hit threatened to knock the wind out of my lungs, and that would have been the death of me. Hardened, thickened, and elongated, zombie fingernails … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #14

I realized at that moment, if I lived to tell the tale, I’d cut my hair as soon as I got home. Hell, I might just go bald! No wonder Samurai put the tail up on the top of their … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #13

My first impression was that I’d expected him to be a little scarier, somehow. I mean, sure, the blood-encrusted clothes were a little on the horrible side, but he looked fairly normal beyond that… sort of “I was a Government … Continue reading

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Long Haired Zombie-Killing Freak #12

With my shirt tied to the back of my motorcycle, I hopped on, kickstarted the monster and headed down Wilson Boulevard to do my business. I saw what I expected to see as I went along: broken windows, bloodstains, and … Continue reading

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