'We got an assignement,' said Max.
We jumped in the jet.
I knew the drill.
'Freedom Fighters, Ozora Festival, in Hungry,' he said as we got off the plane.
Is this some kind of Disney Costume party for geriatrics, I asked.
'Close,' said Max,' more like The Walking Dead on Ketamine.'
He showed me a Youtube video which I watched on the flight.
The music just wasn't bad.
'Problem is their drug of choice,' I said to Max, they should have been taking Duromine instead of horse tranquilizer.
'Agreed,' said Max, who also watched the video, 'and by the looks of some of those grannies in bikinis, they could do with a weight loss pill or ten at time.'
Max said that Europe Major was concerned that Eastern Europe would corrupt their children with this new Zombie Movement.
'The EU has funded this adventure with Euros,' said Max, who handed me a pill.
I took it.
'Good, in about half an hour when we arrive, we should be peaking.'
I hadn't asked him what it was, but I bet it wasn't half decent.
'It's MDMA,' said Max, who patted a leather doctor's bag full of the stuff, 'and we are going to turn the Zombies into fucking Star Gazing speed freaks and make ourselves some coin!'
