Sometimes, when we’re out scrounging, a little game Chris, Bob and I like to play is ‘zombie tipping’. It’s exactly what it sounds like it would be. They’ll shamble up to you, arms outstretched, your buddy will rush up and get down on his hands and knees behind them, and you’ll push the Zombie in the chest and it’ll fall down.
Only, last time, Chris didn’t get back up fast enough and the zombie sat up real quick and bit him. We had to leave him. I suppose next time we go out we’ll tip him, for old time’s sake.