Zombies are a problem. A problem I often think about having to deal with. Then there are so many other things at hand to deal with. Like, what am I going to turn this scrap or peice of something into? Or, which chinese restaurant am I going to eat at the cheap one or the good one? I'd climb a tree if I could find one. There were alot of them back home. But then again there is alot more concrete and rats here. So I guess it's a fair trade. Which reminds me about the zombies. I maybe over estimating myself, but, all we can do is wait.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
A zombie, a whole hoard of them. Then it will be time to see who is who.
