Gun Running “All right, the wheels are in motion.” Pastor Inkfist turned from the phone to Father Edsel, who paced impatiently around the tiny front room of the parsonage. “How about you?” He waved a hand impatiently. “I told Sister Klingenberg to make sure everyone’s gathered. She’ll see it’s done.” Daniel nodded, thinking about the fact that both these men of God depended on the women in their respective churches to actually get things like this done, wondering if maybe there was a sermon in this somewhere, or if it was one of those quiet little truths best left ignored lest people started thinking overmuch about the implications. His musings were derailed when Edsel said, “All right, then, let’s go get some guns.” “Guns? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” “You can’t pray the head off a zombie, Daniel. Let’s be practical here. We’ve seen the abominations.
What do You think about The Zombies Of Lake Woebegotten?
