The Walking Dead... in my front yard
Well, I had an interesting night.
My bedroom faces the street. It’s mostly a quiet street except in the morning, when people go to work. It's been warm, so I’ve been going to bed with the window open and the blinds down, but open, to let air in.
At about 3am, I heard someone walking around in the front yard. At first, I thought it was Mark going to work. Turns out it was a stranger who was clearly under the influence of something. He was probably stumbling home from the bars, but he was really out of it. Like a zombie.
At first, it was a little amusing to watch. But it got real when he walked right up to my window, presumably not knowing I was there. I think he was trying to find a place to throw up or pass out. There I was, naked, window open and with a zombie-like drunk guy stumbling around inches away from me.
After a few minutes, he turned around and walked towards my driveway. By “walked”, I mean the exact walk the zombies do in The Walking Dead. He then leaned against my truck for a while. I swear I heard him throw up, but in the morning there was no evidence of that. I couldn't see him anymore, but I think he started to move towards the backyard when he either tried to get in to my truck or bumped it really hard. The alarm went off. That scared him just enough to slowly walk away. Whew!
Once I saw him get about halfway across the bridge over the freeway, I figured my house, my truck and I were in the clear.
It’s no big deal, and he meant no harm, but YIKES.
My bedroom faces the street. It’s mostly a quiet street except in the morning, when people go to work. It's been warm, so I’ve been going to bed with the window open and the blinds down, but open, to let air in.
At about 3am, I heard someone walking around in the front yard. At first, I thought it was Mark going to work. Turns out it was a stranger who was clearly under the influence of something. He was probably stumbling home from the bars, but he was really out of it. Like a zombie.
At first, it was a little amusing to watch. But it got real when he walked right up to my window, presumably not knowing I was there. I think he was trying to find a place to throw up or pass out. There I was, naked, window open and with a zombie-like drunk guy stumbling around inches away from me.
After a few minutes, he turned around and walked towards my driveway. By “walked”, I mean the exact walk the zombies do in The Walking Dead. He then leaned against my truck for a while. I swear I heard him throw up, but in the morning there was no evidence of that. I couldn't see him anymore, but I think he started to move towards the backyard when he either tried to get in to my truck or bumped it really hard. The alarm went off. That scared him just enough to slowly walk away. Whew!
Once I saw him get about halfway across the bridge over the freeway, I figured my house, my truck and I were in the clear.
It’s no big deal, and he meant no harm, but YIKES.