The zombies are coming. There is no escape.

The one-legged man chose his path with care, remembering what had happened the last time.

The man hated the horse for his superior anatomical detail. The horse, for his part, just wished the man had legs so he'd get off and walk once in a damn while.

The one-legged man's aura was irresistible.

The creepy knees and elbows were a family trait.

It's been way too long since I posted a photo featuring a pair of seriously hot boots. You're welcome.

Go Saints. #whodat.