zombiebang update.

[delicatale]

This morning has been spent driving Danny crazy, while Steve plunders zombies with a tennis racket, a timing belt and a cocktail molotov. Danny enjoys the golf club, I think I'll leave him with it for a while longer. Steve has also asked Danny to look out for oranges and soap, to make possible explosives, and I have compared the head of a zombie flying off to a poptart jumping out of a toaster. Steve does not understand why Danny is so angry, and he's having way too much fun for his own sanity.

This zombiebang fic is ridiculous, seriously.

2238 / 5000 words. 45% done!

I'm hoping to reach 2500 before I dig into The Fic That Shall Not Be Named, when tailoredshirt shows up.

Comments

[somehowunbroken]

I am so looking forward to this, I can't even tell you :D

[delicatale.livejournal.com]

I'm going to try and make it good!