So this morning I came out the door to discover three zombies and a skeleton were waiting for me under the cover of the nearby trees.
I’m not saying that a closed circuit camera system would have saved me, but it would’ve been nice.
Anyway, they jumped me, but I escaped into the sunlight, where they caught fire and jumped me again, so I jumped in the river, and they jumped in, and I climbed out and chopped them to pieces from the shore.
It was messy.
And we don’t have a whole lot of scavenger fish in this river, or they haven’t developed a taste for zombie flesh or skeleton bones. I mean, not that I can blame them for avoiding eating the undead for lunch, but on the other hand, free meat.
It wouldn’t have stopped the carp where I grew up.
Anyway, when I was done battling the undead hordes I spent the day landscaping around that lake to make it more obvious so I don’t dig into its side again.
Gardening: the perfect companion to zombie fighting.