Monday, June 03, 2013


Nate griped non-stop, until we began passing houses ravaged by hurricanes and serial flooding. “Really? These zombie fuckers had to visit their evil on a place already suffering?”

“Probably got a deal on real estate. Before Katrina, it was heresy to suggest leaving. Now, some towns are almost empty.”

“Seth, this voodoo jackwad isn’t living without basic utilities. He’s not the one infected.”

I nodded. “Our turn is coming up.”

Nate ground his teeth. “You don’t need to navigate. I can feel them.”

“Then let’s go escort this guy to the gates of Hell.”

“And me, too, if I turn.”


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