the end is nigh

I have been preparing for this for a long, long time. But I can't go to The Winchester (or get saved by the brothers Wincester). My Survival Guide against the oncoming undead horde says that in order to fight I must chop off all my hair, lest a zombie grab it whilst I am mowing down the undead. Um, I'm not getting a haircut.

My nearest defensible structure has already been overtaken.

I cannot fight with butcher knives alone. Am not Dexter.

I love you all. Carry on, my wayward flist, should I become zombified, you know what to do. Fire, and lots of it.

It's the end of the world.

Brainssssssssssss.