Last night, an old high school buddy of Mike’s stopped by. We haven’t seen Nate in some time, he moved to Kentucky a few years ago.
He brought us a mason jar of the Bluegrass state’s finest moonshine. Just the smell of it alone made me choke.
I suggested we save it for the zombie apocalypse. It could be used as emergency car fuel, to light lanterns, or even disinfect wounds. Heck, it’d probably knock you out in the event of an emergency amputation. Don’t let those bites spread now.
Then again, I wouldn’t be surprised if this stuff actually turned people into zombies.