(This posting was a part of My Elves are Different's "Blog as if it's the end of the world" event. It is about a zombie invasion, and entirely fictional.)
I hadn't realized just how dear a favor I had called in. Looks like this "undisclosed location" is higher profile than I thought.
How do I know?
Because as I was firing off yet more rounds at various "ambulatory targets", Vice President Richard frickin' Cheney just walked in, grabbed a carbine, and started shooting right beside me.
The man can't shoot worth a damn.