Head, Waves, and Mail: I’m gonna rip and tear my way through the zombie apocalypse completely unharmed because none of the undead hoards will be able to get through my plate mail kars-did-nothing-wrong everyone else is like “oh we gotta stay inside the most secure places possible and never leave” and I’ll be storming through the wastelands in my bloodstained suit of armor, blasting the Doom (2016) OST and plowing my way through waves of the undead. one of them tries to bite rotting teeth don’t even leave me but his dent in my armor before I turn his head into paste. I’ll be unstoppable until I die of dehydration or something like an idiot