My official website is a dead zombie duck wandering the internet wasteland looking for brains and finding none, especially on facebook. This blog was started as a random drawing/story project about proto feminist yeh seemed like a good idea at the time. Now it is just a blog about my art in general with the occasional feminist zombie thrown in

Friday, 1 March 2013

Darlene is a massive gun nut, you can't take her second amendment right to bear arms away, she just loves those big fuzzy bear arms of hers.

When the zombie plague broke out Darlene and her Brother/ fiance Hank were holed up in a fortified bunker in the Nevada desert. They were pretty safe and secure, with plenty of supplies and weaponry. The zombie infestation was basically any crazy right wing gun nuts dream, you get to shoot undead hordes and drink beer all day. Sadly Hank didn't quite anticipate how much beer they'd both consume, so one cold sober day they were forced to venture out and loot the local store for supplies.

This turned out to be a little more difficult than they thought, getting the beers loaded up was no problem, but they made so much noise hooting and hollering they attracted a huge number of blood thirsty zombies. Darlene managed to take a lot of them down with some well placed shots to the head, Hank on the other hand was drunk and a useless shot even when sober. Darlene was swamped with three zombies and, trying to help Hank aimed to shoot them off of her. However Hank managed to completely miss the zombies and instead shot Darlene's jaw off.......

Darlene was more than a little pissed at her siblings complete lack of accuracy and took a pop shot at Hank. (they'd often brandished guns at each other during arguments but this was the first time they had actually opened fire, such is the passions that run redneck hot in a hick romance)

Hank's brains exploded in a shower of 46 IQ grey matter and his body was ripped to bits by the undead, Darlene managed to drag herself back to the pick up truck but, not before being bitten herself. So there she sat alone and sober in the pickup, slowly turning into a flesh eating zombie, on the bright side at least she wasn't turning into a wet lefty liberal...

...She managed to slurp a few beers down her massive face wound before turning into one of the walking dead, in a strange twist of fate turning into a zombie actually increased her IQ.

Darlene is single these days, she still loves guns and actually shoots at the living now she is on the other side, so be careful when approaching her. Don't even think of trying to disarm her, you'll never pry her beloved gun out of her cold dead hands!

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