Alive

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Two days ago my biggest concern was my dead-end job.  It was terrible.  My commute was terrible.  My marriage was fine, if uneventful and a little boring.  I don't have a dog because you can't leave them alone.  My wife is allergic to cats.  My car is old, but runs fine, so I can't justify replacing it quite yet.  Especially since a car payment would mean I'd have to stay at my crappy job.  My friends have had their careers, family, etc... take them far from me.  My home is a little small, but we're stuck because of the housing bubbled popped.  Living in the U.S., I feel bad complaining.  Pretty much everyone else on this speck of dirt has it a lot worse.  But I still hate it.  Every morning I wake up and I'm just a tiny bit sad I didn't die in my sleep............

This morning I checked my trap-lines and found three zombies caught in different spots.  I smacked them on the side of the head with a baseball bat to conserve ammo, and frankly, it's more fun.  Food is plentiful for the moment.  We'll make it though the winter no problem.  But next summer we're probably going to have to consider a garden and some serious vegetables.  So organic and natural.  It will actually be surreal.  The old farm house actually is heated with wood.  I had countless arguments with my folks trying to get them to change that.  I guess somewhere they're having the last laugh.  My biggest concerns looking forward through the next year are food and shelter.  Oh, and being pummeled to death by an undead horde.  But I wouldn't go back if I had the choice.  The undead are everywhere, but I feel like I'm finally alive.