[ WP ] A zombie outbreak happens and is quickly contained . You and your friends attempt to re-release it in hopes to go on a zombie killing spree .

Sooooooooooooooo... 
 
 Here we are. Me, Myself, Macca and Jazza. Dragging one of the bods, dead thank fuck, into jazza's backyard. Me and Macca both reckoned if we got a pair of pliers onto their teeth, crushed it up and put it into the frozen coke machine down at the Macca's Jazza works at we could spread this virus around again. 
 
 To take it back to the start of this'zombie outbreak.' About a week ago a tourist, from out somewhere woop woop, flew themselves into the big ol' land of Aus and infected a bunch of the locals. Next thing you know, some kind of'flesh-wanting-bacterium-thing' wants to jump into us poor fella's brains and make us chew on our mates. Fair to say that at first we were n't all for the idea of being eatern by one another. That said, a few beugs and me and the blokes got a talkin'. 
 
 We all kinda thought about it and decided we reckoned that we surely had enough people around as it is. A few deaths ca n't hurt that much. And fuck me did we have some bullets that needed to be fired off between us. 
 
 So. Bloody here we are... 
 
 Dragging a body into Jazza's backyard. 40 fucking degrees out mind you. And we are dragging the body of a bloody'zombie.' Lucky for us, Jazz had only just been down the bottle-o the arvo before and had a full stockade of liquid gold between his fridge and the esky that sat next to his barbie. So we all gets done dragging this fellas body and leave him on the grass, just on the edge of Jazzas slab, ( fuck he was drunk when he poured that ) and we sit ourselves down by the table and start to sink a few. 
 
 `` How do you reckon they spread the disease?'' Jazz voiced himself. `` Not one of those'air-born' things is it?'' 
 
 `` Nah mate,'' Macca swung back. `` They bite ya first then you turn. Just like the movies I reckon.'' 
 `` So what? We run around, jaw wide open, and hope he falls teeth first into some unsuspecting victim?'' 
 `` Nah mate.'' Macca struck with a confident chord. `` You work at MaccyD's right?'' 
 
 `` Yeah boss.'' Jazza affirmed. 
 `` Well then, how about we put the teeth in your bloody frozen cock machine or whatever it is.'' 
 
 Christ he always thought he was a bloody comedian. 
 
 Me, Macca, Jazz and Myself sat around for another halfa or so and put back at least a longy or two each while we muffed over the plans for the zombie outbreak we had. Spent as a redback on pay day we were, and we all decided that we need n't worry about no outbreak while we were all still starvin. 
 `` You fella's keen for a walk into the wog shop?'' Jazz always liked his kebab, on a stick, and his drummy. 
 
 `` Nah mate, I'm not walkin' ten minutes for a greasy bit of dead fish.'' Macca, never the athletic type, opposed. 
 `` Got any snags about the joint mate?'' 
 
 `` Knocked'em all off last night sorry champ.'' Jazz said back disappointedly. 
 
 `` Well fuck old mate what do you have lyin' about?'' I questioned the bloke. 
 
 `` Not a whole lot to be honest with you mate.'' Jazz responded. `` How about that there dead fella?'' 
 
 Me, Macca and I looked back over shocked as a ewe to the prod. `` Geeeeeeeet fucked mate.'' I told him. 
 
 `` Nah mate, thats bloody rotten.'' Macca agreed. 
 
 `` Aww come on fella's'' Jazza started, `` Do n't be shit cunts.'' 
 
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 `` Yeah alright, fire up the burners mate.'' 

