For the past few weeks my life has been one too many stressful events. It has messed up my mental abilities and caused physical issues to deteriorate, or reappear. I’m pretty much a living zombie. No brain function and barely moving.
What if the zombie apocalypse is really what happens when God lets Satan and his followers loose and they possess all the dead and buried bodies. They crawl out of the coffins and attack mankind in a demonic rampage.
I’m going to be cremated, no spawn of Satan is getting my meat suit.
So tonight my husband took me out to eat at a local diner and in the six miles we drove we were passed three times! Trust me – we were not speeding or Sunday driving and there was no reason for the lunatics to be in such a rush – no zombies or atom bombs were chasing us.
After dinner, we were greeted by the full moon coming over the mountains. It suddenly clicked as to why the crazies were out.
SETUP: I’m craving sun and imagining a solar flare clearing out this foul weather.
MY MIND: What would happen if zombies were given super powers during a solar flair or reverted to some sense of a normal state.
ME: Where did zombies come from – other than I’m feeling like one. I wonder what kind of power I’d have.
MY MIND: This would make a good story.
ME: I don’t have time for that – someone else can have it.