Oh No Zombies Oh No! Zombies!A.M. HardingTHE WINDOWS OF THE SMALL BAR on Brunswick Street had been completely covered from the inside with newspapers and broken down cardboard boxes. Hand-painted signs had been haphazardly placed in view of passers-by, one jokingly offered booze in exchange for bullets. A poor exchange, in my opinion, you were going to need those bullets if this were really the zombie apocalypse; but alcohol would certainly be a valuable currency - when fiat currency wasn't worth anything anymore - I agreed with that much. Mock public service announcement posters, tie-ins from a recent game release, had been filled in by the Mana Bar's