This is for my friend Silver Ruffian and it's all her damn fault. This is the weird stuff that pops into my head at 3 am while reading fanfic and listening to ZZ Top's "TV Dinners". Her story "The Winchester Traveling Picture Show" chapter 13 caused this wreck of a story.
A/N I own nothing of the Supernatural universe. Well, except for some DVD's anyway. I own nothing of Zombieland either. No money is being made here. Just hopefully some laughs or intense groans and snarkage.
A/N If the story's bad, it was kinda sorta meant to be. Deal
A/N This is so far off the reservation of AU you can't even see it from there.
Kansas planned his attack well. Zombie gore was spattered all over his grinning face. Wielding his modified nail gun, he double taps the closest zombie between the eyes dead center. The others rush him. He hoses them with the 'roided nail shooter til it's empty. Kansas cocks the machete blade launcher and readies himself for the next onslaught. It doesn't take long. More zombies appear from the bushes.
California manned the flamethrower and smoked zombies as they rushed the back of the truck. They sizzled and flamed like rotten hamburgers on a set too high grill. He was careful as to not flambe the Twinkies and Snoballs in the process.
On the way back to South Dakota's house, California was fussing Kansas about stuffing his face with the Twinkies. "Dude, you have a sick habit of stuffing your face. Someday you're going to choke on a chunk of food or get ptomaine poisoning from all the junk you eat". Kansas says "Can't hear ya Cali, busy stuffing my face". He opens his mouth wide to show the mess in his mouth. California rolls his eyes. Kansas reaches over and cranks the Led Zeppelin louder.