I woke up with a start at 6:30 this
morning. In my dream I was running away from zombies. They looked
pretty fresh, no body parts falling off yet. But they were after me,
so in my dream wisdom, I hopped into an elevator to get away from
them. There was one woman who was not a zombie, and we got in the
elevator together. As the doors closed, that is when I woke up with a
jack hammer in my chest. The Zombie Apocalypse is not the best way to
start the day. I wonder what the shelf life of the average zombie is?
I mean, they are the walking dead. Bits are going to fall off.
Eventually they would just be a non threatening (albeit disgusting)
torso. Easy to run away from a torso I bet.
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