I have returned to Japan.

On the back of a dragon.

Named Fluffy.

...

I desperately require a bath. And sleep in a comfortable bed. And quite possibly another bath.

I pray only that we get out of here soon.

Really, really, really soon.

Now, preferably.

Zombies smell horrid. For any potential future entanglements, I must remember vapor rub for under my nose.

So. It appears that there are zombies of the soldiers from the Vietnam War here in the secluded rice paddies of Vietnam.

...

Damnit.