They're here.
Bunch of them, congregating in the driveway like they want me to invite them in or something. More than a bunch. Gotta be at least 60, 70 of them out there.
I'm so tired. Battery on the laptop has maybe a couple more minutes left.
Gotta go do something. BRB. I hope. If not, well. It's been fun.
Currently listening to: Bruce Springsteen - Atlantic City
D1sc0r0b0t. Ones. Also zeros.
2 comments:
Listen man - get all the food, water, and if you can't get a damn gun a small pick axe might do (you cash them in the brains with it) and hole up somewhere. They will rot, but it takes time. Only the recently deceased can ambulate. Good luck. My parents saw this kinda thing back in the sixties here in Western Pennsylvania. We can beat them - I heard on short wave there's already hunting parties out around here taking out these chowder heads. Hope where you're at allows red necks to own guns. Check my report at www.ravensbarrow.com
Okay. So maybe there *is* something to all this.
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