Nothing so bad the noisy dead can't make it worse.

Jun 11, 2008 06:46

It took me a long time to get to sleep last night. I was still chewing on what to do about my classes and getting tickets back to Barrow for August, and since I wasn't going to let it sleep, my brain decided it might as well have a reason for staying up late and suddenly wondered what it would do it a zombie appeared in the doorway.

I don't hear well, so having someone/thing sneak up on me is one of my worries. How would I kill it? I had some pencils and pens and stuff in reach. I could stab it through the eye to get to the brain maybe... but I would be close enough to be bitten. I also had a flashlight to bludgeon it with, but the human skull is hard to crack. I did have lots of furniture. It might be better to barricade myself in. The bathroom door opens outward and the window goes out to a patch of roof, and there I'd have plumbing and water. As long as it wasn't one of those speedy zombies that can climb and manipulate door knobs, I could buy some time by hiding there.

Then, the cat came to lay on my head. It's hard to worry about zombies when you've got a 13-lb living Davy Crockett hat. It's also hard to sleep.
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