My Elves Are Different

Friday, 13 June 2008

So I'm sitting at the bus stop reading a Matthew Reilly novel (that guy loves his italics - I think he should change his name to Matthew Reilly.

Anyway, I'm at the bus stop on Primrose Street, outside Seagulls Resort, and I notice this guy standing in the parking lot on the other side of the street. Staring at me.

He looked pretty ragged, and I tried not to make eye contact so he wouldn't come over to beg for change. I turned up my ipod - that Monster song that was on Torchwood.

The number 5 bus came along pretty quickly, so no worries after all.

BLITEOTW

1 comments:

Patrick Nottingham said...

Dude wake the eff up. Your gut tells you what this is, man. Denial gets you dead - or undead. Something is different this time though. The old rules don't seem to apply - at least not here in Pennsylvania where we're used to zombie outbreaks. Stay vigilant.