ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE - DAY 3
Up at 7. Coffee and Meet the Press at 8. The government is in over their heads but it seems calm at the moment where we are so we load Vito and Pico into the Rav4 and drive to the Canine Central Exercise Compound. Both the streets and the compound are what we call Corona Light, meaning, due to the zombie contagion, they are emptier than usual, which is not as fun for the dogs. On the flip side we've seen no zombies out either, although I do hear one guy in the compound give a dry cough. Just once, but I keep my distance and I keep my eye on him, too, as per the Zombie Self Defense Manual. If he starts to sweat or twitch we're beelining to the double gate and getting ourselves out of here.
Another dude wears a painter's mask but he seems to be walking normally, not off-balance and spasm-y like zombies do. I don't know, though; at one point he pulls his mask down off his nose and mouth so it's only covering his chin, evidence his brain isn't working properly. Maybe he's just stupid, but, if he has a Level 2 infection, then he's also contagious. He doesn't seem to be sweating but I'm suspicious and I give him a wide berth. If he is infected, he could be a full-blown Level 3 in a matter of days.
Vito and Pico are running around with the other dogs, unaware of anything unusual. From behind us, the sudden sound of growling causes some quick rubbernecking among all the jittery dog owners, myself included. We're all relieved, some of us chuckle, one guy is reaching inside his coat for something when the growling turns out to be not a zombie, just a border collie expressing his objection to the romantic intentions of somebody's pitbull.
After risking our lives for an hour out in public just so Vito and Pico can pee on things that aren't theirs for a change, we head back to the bunker and hunker down for the night. Spaghetti from a storage locker added to leftover chili makes do for dinner. We turn on the Vidwall for updates and things get crazier by the hour. We learn the mayor is issuing a city-wide order closing bars, restaurants, and gyms to help curb the contagion. Later, we get a phone alert from the Zombie Response Team notifying us that a Level 3 female with a knife on 182nd street, about a mile away, was offed by the ZRT. They say the area is cordoned off and the public is warned to stay away. It's unusual; the ZRT doesn't normally send out alerts when they off a zombie. Maybe it's true; maybe this is the new normal. But it could also be a ruse to keep people away for some other reason. We'll never know for sure. The ZRT beats their own drum around here, no matter what song the rest of us are playing. Fine with us; we're in for the night.
And tomorrow is a new day.
Be safe. The zombies are out there...
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