3rd place in Derby #248: Art Nouveau, with 607 votes!

Hey! Stand back or I’ll shoot!

“Why don’tchoo jeest pull zee trigger?”

What? You’re alive? Another survivor? I thought I was the only one!

“Sings are not always as day zeem, no? Cigarette?”

Um, no thanks. But wait, how did you survive?

“Owdew you mean?”

Well, you know, there are a ton of zombies out there…

“Oogh, zee zombies! Zee zombies! Why is it everyun own-lee wants to tok about zee zombies?”

Everyone?! You’ve seen others?

“Eh, I have seen all zorts of sings, but rarely do I comit zem to mem’ry.”

Okay, I gotta be totally honest here: I’ve been dreaming about meeting another survivor for a while now – especially a young lady – but you… well, you’re kind of a downer.

“Zat’s what zee zombies say. I say, ‘would you like my brain?’ and zay say, ‘mais non, it’s too negateev for oos.’”

You’ve offered zombies your brain? And they’ve turned you down? Wow… that’s just… wow.

“Such is life, no?”

Okay, whatever. But look, I need to find shelter before the sun goes down. Will you come with me?

“Meh, zat sounds like a loot of walking…”

Wear this shirt: to the fifth annual Ladies Yielding Revolvers Who Aren’t From Tomb Raider festival.

Don’t wear this shirt: if you’re trying to raise concern for a possibility of a real zombie apocalypse. Because seriously, does she look concerned? Like, at all?

This shirt tells the world: “I don’t care what’s going on; I’m just going to (zom)b(i)e myself.”

We call this color: L’asphalt

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