Dreams of zombies who can’t let go of the past, searching for something familiar, and the sweet release of death.
I hate zombies but I hate loosing you more.
At least if you want my brains you want me around.
Convineance store at the end of the world only selling banana ice cream pops.
Smile & nod.
Don’t let on that your afraid, “I’ll be right back” you promise.
I don’t know what’s worse watching the people you love turning into what you hate, or waiting to turn yourself.
Either way there is a lot of waiting even at the end of the world.
Sweaty nightmare combining my worst fears: zombies & abandonment.
I can’t out run either.