Holy fuck I’m so set.
Nate and I are the last surviving. We somehow have a lifetime supply of Bruggers Primo Pesto Chicken Paninis, and the last weapon I used in a game was a FUCKING CHARIZARD.
He can just flamethrower all the zombies into oblivion while Nate and I eat paninis and have end-of-the-world sex.
This scenario is almost better than my normal life.