Southern Florida, three years after the Outbreak. A few survivors live on a key and try to fend off the smart zombies and Cuban's alike with the help of the almost never present remains of the United States Navy.
We've all gotta put up with shit with our software. I can't tell you how many times I had to suffer through Microshaft Paint before I finally got Macromedia Fireworks.
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Goddamn!
Jesus, this is almost becoming a novel unto itself.
They're coming to eat me alive, oh SHIT!
novel
I'm not in a rush to end it either, but I know I will reach a stopping point and start up another one...eventually.
Hey, Man
Take your time. It's not like you actually HAVE to end it. (Well, okay, yes you do, but only because of the fans.)
They're coming to eat me alive, oh SHIT!
On Page Navigation
On Page Navigation, this is still in the short stories section. On the further up, more overall navigation, it resides in novels.
They're coming to eat me alive, oh SHIT!
Fixed
It took longer than I thought to fix this, definitely not a shining moment for the software I'm using...
Hey ,man...
We've all gotta put up with shit with our software. I can't tell you how many times I had to suffer through Microshaft Paint before I finally got Macromedia Fireworks.
They're coming to eat me alive, oh SHIT!