I woke up hungover this morning to find several homeless zombies looting the back of my pick-up truck for cans. I grabbed my Remington shotgun, and quickly put some buck shot through their heads. The bums were still fidgeting when I left. I ran down to Pilot on the strip to grab the last of the Natty Lite from the looters. The population appears to be multiplying. Strangely though, the town doesn't look that much different from the usual squalor. I quickly drove to Laurel Hall, running over multiple zombies in the process. Grabbed a few slampiece Chi O's. All of them were bangin' with the exception of the legacy. We spent the remainder of the day drivin' round the old city blasting emo and scene kid zombies while I received mediocre fellatio. The fat legacy ended up being the most talented.