Killing some undead and eatin some tacos

I frantically search the drawer for ammo. Shit, none.
Look in the drawer David, there's gotta be some. He's got it. I wish it was me.
Feeling my heart pounding I realize I only have 8 bullets left to fight off a horde of the undead while my only other weapon is a machete on my back. David can't shoot so I want those bullets. They're coming in the window! Get the door!
BAM BAM BAM
David lets off three rounds. Shit, he's wasting them all. I need those.
BAM
Stop it David! Let them get closer, I think I can stab them.
I pull out the ancient machete and start stabbing bodies left and right.
Die you monster die!!! Eat ancient machete!!!
As they come in through the window I swing and connect. Hearing the bone crush and blood gush is the only indication that I've succeeded.
BAM
There's one behind you David screams.
Fuck, he's a big one and he's got a pickax. Where the hell did he get that from?
He hits me, oh God I'm dying. He's got me backed into a corner. I frantically pull out my handgun and pump three rounds into his face. Still alive. WHAT THE FUCK. So I book it.
Fuck it I'm getting out of here I yell to David who is now cornered by three zombies.
I let off five shots, fuck I'm out.
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM
He manages to take down two but the last one gets him. I look away as I hear David scream. Game over.

So about two or three times a week I go to my friend David's house. A few of my friends and I just hang around, eat, talk about getting our sherbet on, and just basically waste our lives. Well recently David bought Resident Evil 5 for Playstation 3- best life decision ever.

As soon as we started multiplayer, we knew we would waste hours on this beautiful invention. Crazy ass zombies were going through the window, a giant crab was kicking our ass, and chainsaw weilding mofos were making our lives hell (seriously look at these dudes.

While David may not be the best player, his commentary is priceless. I always have to cover him while our friend Ben looks on in disappointment (he's the gamer of us). But it's fun, it's simple stupid fun. Every time we waste a few hours playing video games is another hour that we could have used to exercise, read, or form bonds with our family. But we gotta take this zombie out first.

So if you ever need help shooting zombies in the face, don't use a machete. Just book it.

Michael