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

[delicatale.livejournal.com]

Ahaha, no, he's too angry that he's got zombie bits all over his tie to make fun of the situation :').

[wyvernwolf.livejournal.com]

Poor Danny. I hope it's not the tie that Gracie gave him! At least Steve's having fun! :D

[delicatale.livejournal.com]

it's one of the many Gracie gave him, Steve points out!

[wyvernwolf.livejournal.com]

Ha! And that comment'll get Steve an earful. This just sounds like so much fun. :)