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<BLOCKQUOTE> I had started to accept the inevitability of my death when I heard a voice yell, "EAT SHIT!" right before the zombie's head was removed with a blow from what looked like a shovel with nails in it. I pushed the limp body off of me and was genuinely surprised to find I had not pissed my pants. I wiped my face and checked my sleeves to see if any of the zombie sludge had gotten on me; I was mostly clean. I stared past my shaky fingers up at my savior. Well, the shovel was most specifically my savior, but the guy holding it was pretty important, too.</BLOCKQUOTE> | <BLOCKQUOTE> I had started to accept the inevitability of my death when I heard a voice yell, "EAT SHIT!" right before the zombie's head was removed with a blow from what looked like a shovel with nails in it. I pushed the limp body off of me and was genuinely surprised to find I had not pissed my pants. I wiped my face and checked my sleeves to see if any of the zombie sludge had gotten on me; I was mostly clean. I stared past my shaky fingers up at my savior. Well, the shovel was most specifically my savior, but the guy holding it was pretty important, too.</BLOCKQUOTE> | ||
From [https://www.pinboard.in/u:vashti-lives/b:7db6bc18f673 pinboard.in]: "If Zombieland was written by slash fangirls." | |||
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Revision as of 15:33, 13 November 2014
El Presidio Rides North is a story written by Domashita Romero and illustrated by neomeruru. It ran in Issue 33 at http://s2b2.livejournal.com/195059.html, and is mirrored at http://www.shousetsubangbang.com/mirror/el-presidio-rides-north/.
This story is also available for purchase in Of a Kind, where it has new illustrations by neomeruru.
Summary
Two guys try to stay alive during a zombie apocalypse while driving around in a beat-up RV named El Presidio.
I had started to accept the inevitability of my death when I heard a voice yell, "EAT SHIT!" right before the zombie's head was removed with a blow from what looked like a shovel with nails in it. I pushed the limp body off of me and was genuinely surprised to find I had not pissed my pants. I wiped my face and checked my sleeves to see if any of the zombie sludge had gotten on me; I was mostly clean. I stared past my shaky fingers up at my savior. Well, the shovel was most specifically my savior, but the guy holding it was pretty important, too.
From pinboard.in: "If Zombieland was written by slash fangirls."
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El Presidio Rides North has been featured on Goodreads as a weekly group read.
