yesterday morning, my alarm went off as usual. i got up and staggered across the room to turn it off, then flopped back down on my bed and curled up. i had every intention of getting up, but it didn't quite happen. i woke up an hour and a half later feeling rather disoriented and out of sorts. i looked at the clock and grumbled, then curled back up again. as i slowly started to come to my senses, i noticed something. i could hear screaming outside-- shrill, distant screams mixed with lower ones. it sounded like muted, muffled bedlam. i opened my eyes and stared at the glass doors that lead out onto my balcony. and for a moment i was absolutely positively certain that there was a zombie apocalypse going on outside. i expected at any moment to hear a bang on my door or hear the front windows break.
it was the wind, of course. just the wind, doing something strange as it whipped between the buildings in my apartment complex. but for a moment, just a second or two, i had this genuine sinking feeling of "oh... crap.*"
clearly i have watched too many movies and read too many books. (incidentally, if you are interested in zombie apocalypses and the like, allow me to suggest the book World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by max brooks. it's a history of a fictional zombie apocalypse and goes from the first signs of the outbreak through the main conflict and into the aftermath and world recovery, and it is wonderfully, alarmingly believable.)
*Note: the "oh crap" feeling was quickly followed by a series of thoughts that included "i bet it started at the school" (meaning the university on the hill above my neighborhood) and "i'm on the third floor, so it will take them a while to get up here." at least i keep my head in the event of a zombie apocalypse.
This is hilarious. I LOVE it when my mind thinks things like this.
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