Thursday, December 31, 2009
Home Is Where The Heart Is
It's winter, everybody's favorite season now. Sipping Mai Tai's on sandy beaches is a thing of the past. My family and I have made this our home, temporarily.
The ground floor is completely boarded up. I'm thankful that the previous tenants did this. We found a ladder lying on the ground below the opening in the top floor porch railing. Luckily, Zombies can't think or use ladders.
One of us checked the top floor, making sure it was clear of unwanted guests. Then we all climbed up, pulled the ladder up and enjoyed a semi-comfortable sleep. Upon further inspection we found a pantry packed with non-perishable food, bottled water an even some booze. Five cases of Bacardi 151, either somebody was going to kill themselves with alcohol poisoning or these had been stashed to use as weapons or fuel. After all, Bacardi 151 is highly flammable.
Since we have food, shelter and fuel for small fires in the fireplace we are going to camp here for a while. The downstairs portion of the house is completely inaccessible. The stairs have been "removed" for lack of a better description. I thought I heard some scratching noises from downstairs the other day but since I haven't heard anything since I'm not too worried. It's nice having a "home" again. A semblance of normal life.
One thing that always worries me a little is the crawl space under the house. So far nothing has popped out from under there but I always think about it... I have seen a few shambling Zombies from the porch. Zombies don't move with intent unless they sense food is near. There is one Zombie across the street that appears to be frozen in front of a mailbox. As though she has just ran out the house to grab the holiday cards from grandma. It's starting to get dark, I'm going to go prepare the stuff for the fire and dinner. I only make fires at night when the smoke is less visible. Night Night...
at 11:10 AM