I had to run over a few zombies getting to Fry’s. Nothing too bad, they seem to avoid the tarmac, probably because it burns their feet. At Fry’s, I thought a zombie was at the diary area, blocking the milk, and I touched the machete’s hilt, ready just in case…but it turned out to be an old lady who couldn’t seem to decide between 1% or 2%. She seemed either oblivious to the zombie threat or immune.

Most of the zombies congregated around the Starbucks coffee bags. I got an idea and while I ran past I grabbed a whole armful. The zombies didn’t even blink. They seemed to be trying to make their stubby, bony fingers work and open the bags. When I got to the parking lot, it was a different story. There were nearly four dozen zombies slowly shambling their way towards the sliding doors!

I saw my chance, an opening that would get me to my car and I ran. I tossed the bags of Starbucks coffee behind me and the zombies went right for it, ignoring me and allowing for my escape. I tossed the milk inside and slid into the driver’s seat and skidded out of the parking lot. That was a close one!

Now back in the safety of the apartment I watch the zombies from the window again. They seem to be attracted to movement — like a T-rex — and smell. Since they can’t seem to smell me in the apartment (I made sure to lock all the windows and doors) they seem oblivious to my presence. I try to stay perfectly still when I watch them. There was one close call when a zombie appeared and scared me. I jumped, he noticed, I tossed out the last of my coffee and while it isn’t Starbucks, it was enough for make him pause. These zombies seem to like coffee and brains, interesting.

Right now, I’m watching a zombie munch on a kid’s arm and stop when the kid turns into a zombie, himself. Well, the kid shouldn’t've cut in the line for the slide, zombies don’t take kindly to people who cut in line.

More later, as this zombie apocalypse continues.

7:28 pm | Category: Writing, Zombies | |

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