i bashed in heads

apparently my preferred weapon is a baseball bat.

i ran through abandoned suburbs

on sunny days chasing flesh eating

former humans.

i fled to the safety zone again and again

but throughout my dream

(and this is where it crossed into reality)

i left the safety zone repeatedly

to hit the grocery store.

wanting cheetoes (the organic puffy kind)

seeking runts and nerds and french baguettes

and donuts.

beer.

always more zombies for beer.

they crowd in the rotten produce isles

if you enter just right you can escape without notice.

last night i had my first zombie dream.

it wasn’t scary at all.

but now i’m more fearful of an outbreak.

the reality of my unwillingness to stay safe

without beer

is terrifying.