Friday January 7th, 2004

I’m running through a cattle pen full of zombies. I see the exit ahead & run like mad, leapfrogging several lumbering undead. I also try to outrun other living people and be the only one to make it out alive. As I sprint towards the door, a woman my age makes it out at the same time. We both grab clothes off a display table outside and continue running. I grab her hand along the way & we continue running, even though I’m exhausted.