nnnnnnnrrrgggghhh.....

[wild_dreamer]

My ride to work was paved with rotting limbs.

Maybe this zombie thought was right.

Well. Definitely, now, actually.

My coworker picked me up, looking barely phased by the ongoings of the day, and continued to be unphased by our disgusting and entertaining drive to work. I believe this has something to do with her perpetual state of being stoned, tends to make one very calm.

However, the mess I found upon arrival at work was much more terrifying. Old people make strange noises, and sometimes you can't tell the shambling from the perpetual shuffle of the elderly.

I only hope the night's efforts were successful. Some of the people remain, safer than before our assistance, but I'm beginning to believe I have been comprrrrrooomised.

I found myself considering my lover's head for a time as we were driving home, and nibbling upon his fingers.

This could be perfectly normal, but the strange craving for brains and the way my haaaands appear to be turning grey lends itself to the theory that somewhere along the way I have become infected.

I think one or two of them did manage to bite me, but I'm not dead. I assumed one must be dead to make the transition...

I was wrong.

Save yourselves.