Imagine a man, trembling in his seat. Nowhere to go, nothing he wants to do. He just sits there all day looking up at a crack in the ceiling. The only time his attention wavers is when the nurse comes to give him his medication and even then he hurries back to check that nothing has changed within or around the crack. That is exactly how I feel right now Doctor McClain! said Tombstone whilst making ridiculous looking faces towards the ceiling.

I' about to crack! Give me some medicine or else give me one of those empty scripts like last time and I'll figure out what I need when I'm down at the chemist! he said slipping his hand towards Doctor McClain.

I feel like your making all of this up Mr Stone, why would you need another blank prescription? said the doctor.

Look Doc, I have been patiently waiting for this zombie apocalypse now for three years, it's coming and there aint nothing we can do about it but prepare. Listen, if you give me what I need you can share my bunker when the time comes. I originally made it for one but with a few modifications I'm sure we can accommodate you. he said parting his hands.

What about my wife and my children? said the doctor smirking.

I'm going to an early grave here Doctor, I keep having this dream about a carrot and frog, they both want to take turns... he said as the Doctor raise his hand and cut him off...

Here take this prescription and go... said the Doctor.