If Zombies Knock, Who Answers the Door First?
Let’s imagine it: you’re enjoying a quiet evening, maybe sipping foraged tea, and someone (or someTHING) starts knocking at the door with a decidedly groaning enthusiasm. Who in your group gets the honor of answering? Is it the one with the most canned beans hoarded under their bunk, the person who claims their “homemade fire cider” can ward off any evil, or maybe whoever lost at last night’s rock-paper-scissors?
Personally, I’d vote for whoever’s been bragging about their slingshot accuracy after too much elderberry wine
Personally, I’d vote for whoever’s been bragging about their slingshot accuracy after too much elderberry wine