Hmmm.... Highlights...
Goofus baits the flesh craving zombie driving them into a frenzy so severe they break down the barrier his father so painstakingly erected to protect the family. Oh no!
Gallant sits quietly in an internal closet, out of sight and sound of any undead eyes and ears...
Goofus shoves his little sister to the floor, hoping here helpless struggling would save his own hide by drawing off Zed's attention. But there are too many and Goofus has nowhere to run.
Gallant is glad he went to the range every week. His head count is up to 353. And there is no way he'll run out of .22. There are 5 gallon buckets full of it in the bunker.
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