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Zombie Bob Is Coming....
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Zombie Bob, The UnDead Bartender, used to be just plain old Bob. The human proprietor of what was know as "The Last Real Dive Bar On South Beach."
Originally from Boston, ex-boxer Bob traveled to Miami, not for the sun, or the fun, or the post pubescent babes, but to follow his beloved Red Sox who were in spring training. Once in the tropics, Bob wandered into the bar, liked it, bought it and began his last career - servicing the preponderance of ex-boxers and fighters, ex-stunt men and ball players, ex-bounty hunters and down-and-out B movie actors who inhabit the REAL Miami Beach that no one ever sees in the movies. They became his regular patrons.
Bob was bitten by a zombie at the end of "The Karate UnDead" and despite the valiant efforts of his friends and customers, Jack Cash and Reno Reeves, Bob died and rose from the dead, hungry for human flesh.
The guys, who had vanquished the zombie invasion brought on after a plane of martial artists went down during a weird hurricane and rose from the dead to wreak havoc on the trendy of the American Riviera, couldn't bear to shoot their old friend in the head. It just wouldn't be right. After all, there weren't many regular guys on South Beach to start with after all the hip, rich and pseudo-fabulous had taken over. They owed him.
So they chained him up, tossed him in the back of a pick up truck and headed out to their hunting camp and private bar in the Everglades to watch TV and hunt, while Zombie Bob, chained to the bar, served them drinks and chomped happily away on raw chicken. Jack and Reno were just waiting for their million dollar reward from the Governor to roll in.
Then they can get an air conditioning unit before Zombie Bob starts to rot.
The Governor never called back. But one week later, they will discover they have worse problems than finding a few bucks to keep Zombie Bob in chicken parts.
The Karate UnDead are back. Parts are not just parts. And these zombies want more than chicken.
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