Not Iran. I was out hiking. Day hike. Anticipating nothing extra ordinary. But, turning along a trail, a trail in the woods, right before me, a few feet away, were Zombies. Zombies. I didn't believe in such. Prior. Better then vampires, I suspect. The goll dern blood suckers. They always want more then I'm willing to give. Although I hadn't had the opportunity before. Now, you might ask how I knew they were zombies (do they need a capital "Z", nah). Well, they had the glaze in their eyes, you know, the dead look, and, walked funny. Definitely not hiking steps. Kind of draggy. Ya know. One was a browned eye women. But, Van claimed no ownership. Listless folk. Don't ya know. Anyways, seeing such I found it in my old man legs to turn around. And, run. I ran. Been awhile. For heaven sakes, I know not what would have been my fate should I have continued my forward progress. Run I did. Didn't know I had "run" in my old man knees. But, I did. Think I'll try jogging again. Needles to say, they didn't "get" me. Although "get" me I m not sure what that means. But, I got back to the car and reported such to the local sheriff. Rumor has it they found the Z's, but were not cautious and were consumed into zobiedom. Now, I ask, who do I call? I knew the sheriff. Taught him in seventh grade and coached him in high school football. Played defensive end. Tough kid. Ghostbusters are not applicable. Besides, the hero is singing the seventh inning stretch at a Cubs game. I am at a lose. Any suggestions? And, I am afraid to hike in the area again. What a dilemma. Maybe I should have met things (and they are "things) head on. But if I did, I coming for you. I'm lookin' in your window. Draggy. But, you hear a knock on the door? My tongue, if I is a zombie, is happy.
-------------- One step at a time is good walking - Chinese proverb
Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds, for the opportunity to rain on a tent. - D Barry