First it’s ancient bacteria, then there’s trouble at the lab, with the running and the exploding and the crying when the monkeys steal the glasses off your head, and then it’s zombies eating brains.
I swear, if my typical work day of cutting stone and avoiding the boss turns into any kind of frantic-hair-raising-survival-at-all-costs escape from zombies, freakishly-mutated-craving-human-flesh-anything, or other humans running from a virulent plague, I will be PISSED!! On the plus side, I will at least have hours of video-game/movie/novel-gained expertise to avoid the fates of those people who, at the beginning of such adventures, invariably are slow on the zombie-holocaust uptake and die quickly after saying "what are those things?!?"
Oh..and don’t forget the monkey stealing your keys and getting into a slap-fight with you…
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