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7:20 AM Coffee with guests:
Normally when someone asks me what we’re going to do, I can usually give a good straight answer. However, this morning was a little different. I had closed all the blinds and curtains so that nothing could see in, and we could certainly not see out.
I guess the only thing to do is go about what should have been a normal day; however, I think grocery shopping is out.
Coffee, it is.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to enjoy coffee with people, or what would have been people, clawing outside your window and your daughter and your wife nervously eating and cowering in the corner with breakfast - trembling?
I told her it would be ok, we just need to stay inside, and keep the doors and windows locked. I was going to start boarding up the windows, just after my morning coffee.
What could they do? I mean, they were zombies for crying out loud. They no longer had the functions, nor did they have the rationality of a normal human being. They couldn’t figure out that the really big rock out front could be used to break the window and they could come in and feast on our brains and extremities.
8:30 AM, And no nails:
I knew I should have gone to the hardware store, yesterday. NO, I had to spend the time at home, cleaning and preparing for the special day with my daughter.
(See: Here was the plan for the day: Since I only got my daughter every other weekend, and I didn’t have her for Thanksgiving, we were all going to celebrate the holiday this weekend. Her uncle, my best friend, was coming up with his girlfriend to help celebrate. But now, apparently that wasn’t going to be the case.)
What was I thinking? OK, we needed supplies. There was no telling how long this was going to last.
By this point the rock from out front came through the window with a crash. I grabbed my daughter and my wife, the cat and dog (should I worry about the fish tank?) and huddled on the floor in the hallway, all we could hear wear the moanings of one of our... guests. Apparently it didn’t realize what it had done.
The phone rang, startling us I answered the phone, slightly shaken. It was my long time friend, Jim.
Passing through the pleasantries, I filled him in on what was happening in our area. He too was having troubles with the undead. I confessed to his startling us and I that I think I made a puddle. |
