laststandonzombieisland

I’m number 24. That’s not my age, my agent number, a badge number, my waist size, or my IQ; it’s my number in line outside of the Big Box Sporting Goods Store. Luckily, it’s a Thursday, which means the line isn’t that bad. I’m a regular here and I see lots a familiar faces. We aren’t lined up for the latest Christmas items, or sales ad promotions.

We’re just lined up for ammo. And it sucks.

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