……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 boat was full — maybe 13 or 14 ‘people’ were crammed in. It wasn’t running, just drifting downriver with the current. The zombies inside were hungry and could obviously smell us…or see us…or whatever. We were 25 feet away in our boat and they were going crazy. 6 fell out of the boat right away and sunk like rocks. The rest couldn’t figure out how to get close to us and were unable to even climb the back of the boat. The first 6 got lucky and were pushed up.
We passed them as quickly as we could and I was so glad the kids were sitting on the floor and had no idea what we had seen. I was glad that, clearly, the zombies couldnt’ swim, nor could they climb. They’re idiots, and that meant we had a better chance of beating them and returning home sometime.
My stomach tightened up. I’d been having Braxton Hix contractions for a few weeks, so I knew it wasn’t anything to really be alarmed about, but it did remind me that time was running out for my pregnancy.