Managed to get a baseball game...

     Oh boy. Yesterday. Where to start? I can start with the chase I guess. 

     Last night was a hectic, crazy bus ride through hell. We barely kept ahead of the hoard, and "barely" means at one point we had to plow through a several bushes to get some zombies off our trail. And the bus broke down twice. It sucked. Eventually, we managed to lose them in an alley, and creeped as stealthily as a white school bus can through Durham.

      Right now we're parked somewhere in the suburban area. It's a ghost town. There aren't many zombies or people about, they all shambled out days ago to get to more victims. And the few who are here won't be able to get to us. We're in a fenced off backyard with arrow tips on the edge of the fencing. Arrow tips! Crazy people.

      Finally, blessed with some peace in this place, I looked online. There was a baseball game going on, so I clicked on the video. I couldn't believe there were so many people in one place! Then I realized that this might be the last Durham Bulls game I will ever see, once the virus  reaches downtown, so I recorded it. 

    Darn. Now I'm sad. I gotta go guys.

             So. First post. There's not much to say. Well, there is a lot to say, I suppose, but nothing that is particularly noteworthy. There's the fact that I and my group of stragglers currently live on a small yellow schoolbus, running away from the hungry undead. There is also the fact that for all I know, my friends and I are the only ones in the world left alive, and I am sending this into the ethersphere for the bots to read. And now that I think about it, there's also a large tsunami of zombies  groaning and clutching and stumbling after our banana-colored vehicle.

Okay, maybe quite a lot that's noteworthy.