My Zombie Roomy (11/5/13)
Part 2 (2 of 2)
The Zombie’s Gang and Their Mission or Should I Change My Home Address and Flee Now, or Later?
I had actually noticed that an area just outside apartment was really, REALLY smelly for about a week before the big show down. I had written it off to maybe a raccoon having died just outside the area, or someone had thrown trash out in a random spot rather than in the garbage … I wasn’t sure, and yet I didn’t complain to management about it. I just walked faster from my car to my apartment, and vice versa.
It turns out the stink was the not so unfamiliar stench of the undead. It turns out the Zomb is a really palatable version of that stink though, because the stink outside (from level 3 zombies) was just AWFUL.
One night I came home and was walking to my apartment when the gang of smelly jerks appeared. It felt incredibly dramatic and like a near-death experience at the time, but in hindsight it really was just a big inconvenience. There are three reasons it wasn’t that scary:
1) When something smelly moves toward you, it’s noticeable.
2) When said smelly thing is moving toward you shuffling and groaning, it is really noticeable.
3) I run for fun. I had just happened to come from the gym doing a light workout so if anything I was rearing to go. I saw the pack of zombies, recalled my experience in the woods and booked it. Though I could tell it wasn’t that same group of guys – these guys were much more unkempt … say, that’s probably a fairly easy way to tell level 3s versus 4s. I ran for a while, doing a loop around my complex, got back into my car, and slept at a buddies place that night.
I was afraid for myself and the Zombie. Little did I know what a pivotal step this was in the big “debate” and that the Zombie, at around the same time, was actually having a much worse go of it with the Zombie killer.
But all that comes next week in …
That God Awful Truck or How the Zombie Said Adios to Texas and Hola to Running Over Evil Zombies