I remember the horrific events of last year I was ready this time. A large machete, a shotgun, some boxes of shells, and an MP3 player full of music sit in the corner as I look out of the window suspiciously. I know it will happen, it happens every year. They come out from whatever dark corner that they are hiding in.

I smell them first. After all, it’s over one hundred degrees today, so it’s not surprising that the smell comes first. It smells sweet and cloying like garbage left outside too long — like rotten meat. When they finally come into sight, I can say it. “Zombies,” I murmur. Their skin is ghastly. Most of their skin has discolored, being dead for so long, and some have little strips hanging down and wiggling as they move. Each zombie is unique, like a snowflake. Some have eyes that are protruding from their face because their eyelids have rotted away. Some have atrophied muscles showing because the skin has scraped off. Some, the bone in their jaw can be seen, white like snow. Some, their teeth are large and ghastly because their lips have rotted away.

“Ugly fuckers,” I say, reaching for my shotgun. It’s going to be a long day.

I’ll journal again, but right now I’ve got to discourage some undead from snacking on my brain.

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One Response to “So, it has happened again” 

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