Out of Control
If you are still reading this, then you will know that everything has gone to s**t…
I am now barricaded in an old farmhouse, somewhere in deep
After some amazing heroics from warehouse manager Billy and Dexter the dog, (who joined forces as a unlikely, blistering, zombie killing machine) most of us managed to get away in one piece and have spent the last 2 days and nights hiking up North.
We are all very tired and need to re-group our thoughts… How can we regain control of our situation and turn these dreadful circumstances into our favour?
Perhaps our beloved BTB collectors can help us?