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It's just more reason for us to get out of here. The Zombie Nexus, or whatever you call it, is happening. My plan is to get a truck, build it out like a tank, pack it up with all we can fit, and hit the road. Staying here makes no sense. As soon as I feel up to it, maybe in a few days, I'm heading to that truck depot to get a big rig and start a new Uncle Lou's Big Truck. But this isn't serving food but zombie death!"

Uncle Lou's belly hits the table and shakes it, causing some of your food to flip off the plate. You clean it up and think of a new topic to discuss…