It has begun
Went out at lunch for food and a pack of smokes. Took 1/2 hour to get the smokes. Everywhere people are crowding the streets, jamming up the gas stations, all these people with fear as their constant motivator.
Got a voice message from BigDog: Come home noooowwwww. The Zombies are everywhere. I need help with the reloading!
Yes, they are zombies, but instead of "Braaiiinnnsss". these are moaning something more like: "Gaaaasssss", "Waaattteeerrr", "Plywooooddddd".
Otter: I find it strangly fascinating that a cold front over me is sucking in the super low of the hurricane toward us. There must be some physics extended, mind sucking explaination for it.
Ya'll laid in plenty of water, pet food, and smokes for the event, didn't you?
Cubedog: I am letting BigDog "batten down the hatches". I figure he knows better than me how that's done.