……Zombie Apocalypse….my FICTIONAL story about how the Prasils would handle a Zombie Virus. To start from the beginning of this pretend tale, click on “ZA” in the categories tab at the right………
The river was a mess. It was choppy and freezing and the only thing I could think was, “What if something happens…how will we get all the kids safe?” It was only 28 degrees outside, so traveling upriver with water splashing every so often was close to unbearable. I had to think positive. I had to know that this was the best, smartest, and safest choice for our family.
We were 20 minutes away from the cabin, but once we got up there there was a lot of work that had to be done. No one had stayed at the cabin for years. I’m sure there were tons of mice, maybe even bigger animals who had made their home there. I had stocked up on cleaning supplies at Costco so I knew we could get it cleaned out, but I also knew how long it would take. The kids would be freezing. I would be freezing. I had been cramping for the past few hours but was certain I wasn’t in labor — I was just very stressed out and a little dehydrated. I made a mental note to drink a bottle of water right when we got to the beach.
Danny woke me from my
daydream nightmare: “Look…..”
I looked. And I panicked. We were passing a boat, one of the big jetboats that takes people up the canyon on day trips. But inside the boat, there weren’t people.
No, definitely not people.
It’s the first time I had used the word. The silly, dramatic, only-used-in-books-and-movies word.