Zombie Diary
This morning when I awoke, I had a headache and an uncontrollable thirst that I had never quite experienced before. When I rolled over and looked at my lovely wife, she was not as lovely as she had been the night before. It felt like the wine had hit harder than it normally does, like the worst hangover I had ever had. I notice a pin point of bright red on the top of the pillow. No knowing what it was I ran my finger across it, smearing it into a long streak of red across the entire pillow. Just then my wife’s eyes popped open and I could see the piss yellow and bloodshot look in her eyes as she moaned. Except it was not a moan but more like a primal growl followed by a toothy snarl and her lunging for me like I was a snack, and not a snack in the way I truly want to be. Quickly I rolled away from her falling to the floor and scurrying into the bathroom and locking the door. “What the fuck?” Was that my wife attacking me or was that a terrible dream. Just then I heard her smash into the door with no breaks like a Mac truck barreling into the back door of a mechanic shop. “Nope” this was no dream, feeling like shit I pried open the bathroom door and squeezed my big ass through the window. Luckily I was still dressed from the night before so wallet and keys are not an issue as they are still in my pockets. As I reached the door to the car, I could hear my wife smashing through the big picture window in the living room, she was hungry and she wanted a piece of me. I was able to get in the car and back out of the drive just as she made it to the car. Slinging her across the street, rolling into the neighbors yard, she was hurt and she was not getting back up just yet. I put the car in drive and burnt the tires to get the hell out of dodge, Not that dodge is where I live, But you get the gist.
