Deadpool might not mind the zombies, but somebody else sure does.
Kyle had felt strangely lonely wandering along the beach, but he'd chalked that up to the fog and the sound of the surf, reminders both that he was very far from home. He came to notice that the steady rhythmic sound of the waves was being interrupted by an off-beat sloshing. He'd paused on the beach, staring hard into the white wall of fog and wondering if there was perhaps an animal out there. Shapes gradually materialized, and with them so did sudden terror.
Which is how it came to be that Deadpool's tenderly melancholy moment is interrupted by a tall, gangly redhead running down the beach shrieking like a firebell. "ZOMBIES! FUCK! SHIT! THERE'S ZOMBIES!"
Lost & Found
Kyle had felt strangely lonely wandering along the beach, but he'd chalked that up to the fog and the sound of the surf, reminders both that he was very far from home. He came to notice that the steady rhythmic sound of the waves was being interrupted by an off-beat sloshing. He'd paused on the beach, staring hard into the white wall of fog and wondering if there was perhaps an animal out there. Shapes gradually materialized, and with them so did sudden terror.
Which is how it came to be that Deadpool's tenderly melancholy moment is interrupted by a tall, gangly redhead running down the beach shrieking like a firebell. "ZOMBIES! FUCK! SHIT! THERE'S ZOMBIES!"