The moment Joe entered the vehicle he could tell it wasn't miss figs hummer. Never in a million years would miss fig put a disco ball and stack the floor with classic disco records, the theme of the hummer seemed to be a sorta deep purple. Joe noticed that in the driver seat a large dark skinned man. "Daddy disco!" Joe cried out in fear yet was amazed by meeting the Miami crime boss. "Well well well, you must be joe, miss fig told me so much about you."he said in a deep rumbling voice that seemed to shake the entire hummer. "Where do you two know each other?״ Joe asked, losing all fear that was there before hand. "Miss Fig once tried to retire off to the coast of Florida,the moment she arrived she took control over 3 gangs and claimed a 4th of Florida as her territory, even today she's the FBIs most wanted elderly."he said proudly." Joe was awestruck, Little Old Miss Fig, FBIs most wanted! "Do you know where we're going Joe?" Disco Daddy said rhetorically. "I was hoping for the country club." Joe said shyly. "No, no , no, we're heading north, a little birdie told me Canadian zombies are much more easy to kill." Disco daddy said in a all knowing manner. To the north! And they rode on.
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The "Real" Zombie Guide
HumorWhat happens if the zombie apocalypse starts and Joe, a ordinary guy, finds "The Real Zombie Guide" a book, that soon everybody notices that it's stacked with the secrets of the zombie apocalypse, and then... It all cuts loose. This story will be st...
