They followed him close like their very own deli! He had a mean face and to the zombies was smelly,
With a ten gallon hat on his head like a wreath. He readied his Shotty as he gritted his teeth, He frowned and shushed me as he pointed due East,Īnd his beard was so thick that he must be part beast. I thought he might kill me or quote Dirty Harry! His eyes-how they pierced! His stare was so scary! He was dressed all in hide and leather and scrap,Īnd armed to the teeth, ready to kick ass.Ī bundle of guns he had flung on his back,Īnd he looked like Rick Grimes but with a bigger mustache. With a turd in my pocket, and some Goldenrod too.Īnd then, a big Screeching, I heard on the roofĪ pack of Spiders had got up from the stoop.Īs I drew my Club, and was turning around,ĭown through the hatch came a Man with a bound. So up to the Base-top the Survivors we flew, They got through the spikes and the wire in no time. Now slash away! Thrash away! And devour them all!”Īs the base walls shook and the particles would fly, To the top of the base! To the top of the wall! On, Fat Cop! On, Nurse! On Cadavers and Maulers! “Now Spiders! Now, Ferals! Now Corpses and Crawlers! The Screamer she shouted as if to call them by name! More rapid than eagles from the wasteland they came, With a huge running horde, so lively and quick, When, what through the thick dark night fog should appear,īut a miniature screamer and 8 dogs to the rear. The Blood moon shined red on the barbed wire below.Īs I waited in fear for my walking dead foes. I equipped my best weapon and opened the hatch. I sprang from the campfire to see what was the matter.Īway to the guard tower I flew like a flash, When out in the Wasteland there arose such a clatter,
My Buddy clutched his ‘Bone Shiv, and I my Wood Club,Īs we just settled down for some good Shamway grub. While visions of Minibikes danced in their heads. The Survivors were nestled in the base by their beds, In hopes that it kept the zombies out there. The spike traps I set on the perimeter with care, Not a walker was scratching, a weak wooden frame.
Twas the night before Blood moon, when all through the base. So for now we will wish you again Merry Christmas, a happy New-year and will leave you with the TFP Christmas poem of tradition. We have had a great year and have some great plans for 7 Days and some big surprises we will be announcing in 2022. Find out why Alpha 20 has broken the games highest peak player record and highest review scores. There is no better time to buy it as the feature rich Alpha 20 just dropped and is 70% Off.
And to Celebrate 7 Days is now on sale for 70% Off for the duration of the Steam Winter Sale! TFP wanted to wish the team and all of you a very Merry Christmas.
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