Drabble 192

Finished 5:28. See if you can spot the reference.

 

The first port of call for any supposedly savvy survivor when the zombie apocalypse finally hit was anywhere one might hope to acquire a gun. This was all well and good for those in the West Country, where everybody and there mum is packing, but for the rest of the country it meant hundreds of people scrambling to nearby military bases and police stations, as though expecting them to just hand out guns to civilians. Obviously this wasn't the case, and all that they accomplished was providing an easily located, practically all you can eat buffet for the shambling hordes.