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Luna: One shot I decided to do, inspired by my friend whose obessed with Dead Rising and zombies in general. Oh come on, like you didn't think it when you saw the mirror…
Frank, self-proclaimed photo journalist, quite the ladies man ( in his warped perspective) and a top of the liner zombie ass kicker; could not seem to catch a break.
Between zombies, hapless victims that were too retarded to do anything but slow him down and a very lonely old man named Otis who had to CONSTANTLY call him when he was fighting for his life; Frank couldn't catch a break. But then...he found himself in the gym.
And what did he do in the gym, do you ask?
If it was to get some weights to smash some zombies' head open, you'd be wrong. If it was to work out his super hot body some more, you'd be wrong again.
2 words. Large. Mirror. And large mirrors equal one thing.
Frank brought the camera up to his chest, one thought in mind.
Default myspace picture opportunity.
Clearly, whilst zombies invaded the land; Frank had his priorities straight. And that's when Otis called. Again. And when the walkie-talkie went against the wall.
Frank had better things to do. Like myspace photos. Which was a place for friends. And zombies.
Luna: Reviews…?