Max Homily

"So these G.I. guys are not good...yeah...I can see that." Max sniffles. "So now we have to worry about bad guys with high tech weaponry plus the walking dead. Oh yes, and we may be dealing with a new kind of zombie, some kind of zombie that can use tools. Well, that doesn't seem so far-fetched actually, that would actually put them on the level of apes, simians, and so on. Which, is really not a good thing for if they can figure out that, what else can they do? Are they changing or are we just now discovering these special types? Man, I should be writing this stuff down..." He trails off, his voice losing its manic edge as he digs out a legal pad and starts making notes. A kind of calm comes over him as he shifts into a more familiar state.