Last week, I thought I saw an old friend when I saw a certain zombie.
I was filled with joy with the thought, for about ten seconds...
Just before the creature lunged at me... teeth first....
Reminding me, again, that the creatures hounding me,
Day and night,
Are The Homicidal Dead!
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As lonely as my days can be, I refuse to give these vexing zombies names.
They are as diverse in hungry death as they were in hungry life.
But, I can't allow my straying imagination to make me lose my self-preservation edge.
The day I become friends with the walking dead is the day I might as well let one of them bite my neck!