I can tell you my story now, you've all been cleared by special ops...
I'm a member of an elite squad... we call ourselves the
Secret League of Armed Citizens Killing and Eradicating Rancid Zombies.
A.K.A....
SLACKERZ.I've been assigned to scout out a known location of evil-doers and to develop a plan to suppress any potential zombie infestations... should they occur.
I hadn't gotten far before things turned strange and... I came across this...
Hmmm... very odd... but I can not be detoured... my mission comes first! I must proceed!
Now then, on to the very heart of darkness! Onward! To the evil complex itself!
... and soon, sweat dripping from my brow from the cruel Arizona sun, I was there.
Here is my recon shot...
After scouting out the area I determined that the complex, at least for now, was abandoned. I drew breath more easily now but my training triggered my mind to remember my mission and my mission was to develop a plan in case of Zombie infestation and, damn it, that's what I was going to do!
Quickly went about my task. I seized my official N.R.A. 100 yard tactical Zombie targets from my pack...
I then set up a tactical scenario involving tactical tactics as per my tactical training as a tactical tactics trainer in tactical tactics... along with a little old fashioned American know-how!
Soon the stage was set...
I then retreated to a tacticaly sound location and reviewed my plan over and over again untill it was etched into my mind just as my training in tactical tactics had trained me to do.
Here's the view from my point of tactical engagement...
Then, not unlike Mars, the very god of war, I rained my apocalypse on my unsuspecting foe! My trusted weapon acting in harmony with my very thoughts!!!
The first to fall was the one farthest from me. He was not of the undead like the others but was in fact an evil-doer working in concert wit them! (Tactically it was the right choice to off him first. Zombies are kinda dumb and don't sound alarms or scream and all that stuff like evil-doers do... )
Here are his wounds...
Next to fall were the Zombies themselves but they would not fall so easily as the evil-doer had to simple volley of copper and lead, no, zombies required special treatment if they are to fall, they were in need of headshots!
I took careful aim and... BAM! Zombie one was hit!
Then the next... BAM! Zombie two!
And then Zombie three! BAM!
As soon as it had started it was over...
I walked down to check the targets. I had done well, my plan had worked and if need be it would work again... if need be...
..but then again my mind plagued me. There was that one shot that was... less than tactical... the shot at Zombie #1.
I reassured my self as I walked away into the desert... yes, it was less than a perfect shot but hey... he would have had one heck of a time trying to chew somebody's brains out after taking a hit like that!