How were we going to deal with the frozen zombies when they thawed out? We didn't want to waste ammunition. A couple of days ago Jen took a walk with Johnny Dog (she broke our rule about never leaving the townhouse without a partner). As we had spent a lot of time trying to devise a plan, she decided to try to do a count of how many potential walkers we would be dealing with.
When she came back (and after being admonished by me for going out alone) she reported that there were at least 120 zombies buried in the snow. There was still a 30 inch base, so who knew how many more were buried that Jen couldn't count.
Javier was surprised. He had thought that most people had evacuated the area. Our guess was that noise from the large generator facility that provided power to the buildings attracted whoever/whatever was left in the area to the Boyne grounds. Since Javier never left the pizza pub he didn't notice.
Yesterday Javier and I took Johnny Dog to the golf course maintenance shed. He was thinking he might be able to rig one of the large fairway mower attachments to to a snow groomer and basically shred the frozen zombies. We had to scuttle that plan when we realized we couldn't get the attachment to the groomers through the 30" deep snow. We also realized that using precious gasoline for that purpose might not be a wise choice.
As we were leaving the shed I happened to notice two sickles and a scythe hanging on the wall. They were rusty and looked like they hadn't been used for a couple of years. But when we took them off the wall we found them to still be structurally sound.
"These just might do the trick!" I said.
Javier agreed. "You may be right. We will need to sharpen them up a bit. I also think we are going to need a little bit of thaw to take place so these things cut through the necks of the zombies cleanly. It will take a little bit of work, but there are plenty of us here."
"It's a plan!" I exclaimed. "But we will have to agree that these won't count towards our zombie kill score."
Javier looked puzzled. "Zombie kill score?"
"I'll explain later. Let's get these back to the townhouse and decide when we will start."
Let the beheadings begin!
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