this story has nothing to do with the characters of resident evil. but does have zombies and it adds a funny little twist.
Danny, a deranged man, who is fixed on moose tranquillizers, and is a few crums short of the full biscuit. He was walking to his nearest public toilet one time for a bite to eat when suddenly, what seemed at the time to be a wine serching hobo, came wobbling towards him.
" errr... you ok ".
" arrrrrr arrrrr, eeerrrrrrr.. ", said the hobo, honestly they were his exact words.
to which Danny translated, as he knows all things pointless, that the hobo was infact no god damn hobo but the undead.
"... ok... sooo..." and after half an hour of rambling, which even confused the zombie hobo, he came to the conclusion that the world will soon be turned into a earthly hell and there will be a shortage of all tranquillizers...
"NOOOOOOOO, no tranquillisers, that is hell".
The zombie came running towards him at a zombie pace (which if you dont know is very slow), to which Danny pulled out his hand gun and shot it in the head... the in the crotch just for fun. And if you are wondering where Danny got his gun from, his donkey (the same donkey which he stole from the russian mafia) has conections.
Danny looked up from the dead corpse he had left behind and noticed several other zombies feasting apon his 'human bretherin' (his friends that are not zombies). Danny gasped and with a look of horror he tried to be optimistic and muttered the words "... it wont be that will it..."
20 mins' later...
it was only Danny who he could see alive...