Damn, this salsa is spicy.

Again, if you are swinging a gun around by the barrel clubbing shit like DiMaggio and it discharges, where will the bullet go?
 
guess I figured the additional surface area would be advantageous

Crack a barrel over someone's head and they're not going to laugh it off. For that matter, you could poke someone in the chest with it (without even shooting them) and probably make them think twice about whatever they were doing.

Again, if you are swinging a gun around by the barrel clubbing shit like DiMaggio and it discharges, where will the bullet go?

There is also this to keep in mind.
 
Crack a barrel over someone's head and they're not going to laugh it off. For that matter, you could poke someone in the chest with it (without even shooting them) and probably make them think twice about whatever they were doing.

We are talking about zombies here, not some average urban thug. Stock = blunt trauma damage. Remember the scene from Platoon where the proper application of the stock to a head made it split apart like a melon. That's zombie killing activity, right there. Barrel = zombie laughing it off, and a bent barrel, meaning no more shooting.
 
We are talking about zombies here, not some average urban thug. Stock = blunt trauma damage. Remember the scene from Platoon where the proper application of the stock to a head made it split apart like a melon. That's zombie killing activity, right there. Barrel = zombie laughing it off, and a bent barrel, meaning no more shooting.

Hand-to-hand in zombie situation is a fool's errand entirely. You get tired, they don't.
 
Considering I lament daily about not having the ability to shoot the living piss out of the fucker in front of me, I'm going to have to go with Bolivian Death Road as a method of satisfactory early morning commute stress release.
 
I have never eaten from an authentic roach coach and today shant be the day I break that streak...do you not have good mexican restaurants up there?