May 08, 2007 06:15
We duck into the shelter of a rotting junker cadillac and sit low
The car contains the remainder of the last owners possessions some purses one with a hand gun in it. There are also several other pistols in the glove compartment and the side map pockets.
We arm ourselves, and wait for the first of the zombie waves to hit.
They are not alive these mobs, and their rot can be felt in the air. I cringe but they do not see us in hiding. Will the car start, its been sitting here so long.
I wake
Stopped and got breakfast this morning to find what looks like spots of mold on my pop tarts. Of course discovered after I'd eaten one already.
bleah
revenants & zombies,
dreamscapes & nightmares,
unrest or restless