I need this zombie safe house, and I need it now. Like in years past I'd have probably just laughed off anyone who was preparing for zombie's as complete loon's and fringe society members, but lately I'm not so sure. I mean, the CDC issued safety instructions in case of a zombie apocalypse, and when the CDC speaks, I listen.
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Not to mention the increasing frequency of natural disasters and Armageddon predictions, or the fact that 2012 is right around the corner. Now more than ever we've got to be concerned that zombies really might come and eat our brains for sustenance. You guys can stay here if you want to, I'm going to move to this sweet little plot of land on the country side and just ride this shit out in the safety of my rubiks cube shaped home. I'll be the last one laughing when you're all twitching and gangrenous, wishing you'd bought a zombie proof house when I warned you.
