Meet Brittany Dushell
If you haven’t read my book Zombie Zora, then you haven’t met Brittany Dushell. Allow me to give you a little background information on this beauty. Brittany is that, a beauty, a winner of several beauty contests before the world went to hell, two years ago.
Brittany grew up dirt poor in the slums of St. Louis, Missouri. She was blessed with attractive looks so her mother entered her into a toddler’s beauty pageant. To her surprise, her baby girl won, easily. Once her mom got her greedy hands on the first check for several thousand dollars, she was hooked. She had found the proverbial goose that laid the golden egg.
April Dushell was herself a former beauty queen, so her daughter being born with her golden locks and deep blue eyes were a given. Brittany’s height and poise were a blessing from God and if not for the vile creatures who made a habit of pawing her, she would have gladly continued on the pageant circuit and no doubt risen to the highest level to assume the title of Miss Universe.
Through a series of misfortunes, Brittany wound up a soldier in the United States Army which allowed her to fulfill her life’s ambition: taking out her frustrations from her youth, by shooting and bashing her enemies. After all, what other purpose does the military serve? It was built for those who like to shoot people. It was built for those who like to kill people and get away with it. It was built for those who like to blow up things. Forget the catchy slogans. If you want to kill, shoot, stab, or blow up people and buildings, join the military and live your dream.
Each of us undergoes our own therapy. For Brittany, she proves her worth by assaulting those who might assault her. Throw in a bunch of zombies, and she is in hog heaven. Which to bash first, a human or a zombie? Choices, choices. Read Zombie Zora and watch Zora’s BFF, Brittany, work her magic. If you happen to be a zombie and look like an ex-boyfriend or guy that got too frisky, bam, her lead pipe will gladly find your head. You just made her day. Travel safely in Zombieland.
Brittany grew up dirt poor in the slums of St. Louis, Missouri. She was blessed with attractive looks so her mother entered her into a toddler’s beauty pageant. To her surprise, her baby girl won, easily. Once her mom got her greedy hands on the first check for several thousand dollars, she was hooked. She had found the proverbial goose that laid the golden egg.
April Dushell was herself a former beauty queen, so her daughter being born with her golden locks and deep blue eyes were a given. Brittany’s height and poise were a blessing from God and if not for the vile creatures who made a habit of pawing her, she would have gladly continued on the pageant circuit and no doubt risen to the highest level to assume the title of Miss Universe.
Through a series of misfortunes, Brittany wound up a soldier in the United States Army which allowed her to fulfill her life’s ambition: taking out her frustrations from her youth, by shooting and bashing her enemies. After all, what other purpose does the military serve? It was built for those who like to shoot people. It was built for those who like to kill people and get away with it. It was built for those who like to blow up things. Forget the catchy slogans. If you want to kill, shoot, stab, or blow up people and buildings, join the military and live your dream.
Each of us undergoes our own therapy. For Brittany, she proves her worth by assaulting those who might assault her. Throw in a bunch of zombies, and she is in hog heaven. Which to bash first, a human or a zombie? Choices, choices. Read Zombie Zora and watch Zora’s BFF, Brittany, work her magic. If you happen to be a zombie and look like an ex-boyfriend or guy that got too frisky, bam, her lead pipe will gladly find your head. You just made her day. Travel safely in Zombieland.
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