When I picked up the kids from school yesterday, I noticed the schoolroom was rather empty. Most of the kids were missing. The teacher said they were all sick, with fevers.
Rather than dwell on the fact that by the time the Ty-man and I leave for Bonaire in less than two weeks we will probably be infected with this mystery fever, I've decided this is instead the beginning of a zombie contagion.
Now, wait. Hear me out. You've seen the same zombie movies I have. You know how this stuff starts. One person gets infected, and they infect two more, who in turn infect four, who in turn infect sixteen, and before you know it...
Zombies running amok. Brains everywhere. Then the cable goes out.
And it's all very "innocent." You go to work and half the office is missing. You figure they're all sleeping off last night's football-infused drunk fest. That is, until Leonard stumbles in, moaning, with torn flesh on his arm, bloodshot eyes, and a look of hunger in his eyes. And you know what he's after.
I'm thinking these kids are just the beginning of the Zombie Plague of 2010.
So, excuse me while I don my favorite t-shirt, trickle a bit of red corn syrup out of the corner of my mouth, and get all "walking dead." Cause I need to get ready for the forthcoming apocalypse.
Or I need to buy a ton of echinacea, hand sanitizer, and face masks.
It's gonna be a long 11 days.