Zombie Control!

There are days when you walk out your front door and you don't see the most happy thing in the world. Your car with a dinged door. SWAT team taking up positions. Flock of rabid fruitbats hanging from your roof. I can deal with those, but if this truck is parked anywhere nearby, my shotgun and I are heading for the fucking hills:

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