doodoodoo Zombies at my BackDoor

Internet was dead, no joy

Played some Zomboid, oh boy!

Heard the farmer’s muffled radio on the porch

Imagination sets in

Pretty soon I’m thinkin’

Doo, doo, doo, zombies at my back door.

No Seriously, The Internet Was Down All Day

I should really lean into Dr.Seuss’s The Cat in the Hat here to describe what today was like living with no internet all last night and all day today:

“I sat there with ‘Bo (that’s my dog, don’t you know?)
We sat there, we two.
And I said, ‘How I wish
We had something to do!'”

I could lean into the fact that I literally live in the middle of nowhere, 35km from civilization:

“Too far to go out
And too remote to play ball.
So we sat in the house.
We did nothing at all.”

But it did allow me to write all day, so there’s that:

So all we could do was to
Write! Write! Write! Write!
And I kind of liked it —
It felt just right!

The Zombie Apocalypse Has Arrived?

When I finished writing those 10,000 words, like right at the moment it hit the ten thousandth word and I hit the save button the internet came back on. The way my mind works – that’s a sign from the universe telling me that I’m living in a simulation because I wrote on my whiteboard of goals that sits in my living room here to – write 10k words by Saturday, I kid you not so how uncanny is it that the very moment my word counter on Scrivener dinged10k the internet was restored huh?

So I wanted to play a game for a few minutes to take my mind off writing and so due to my love of zombies I dove back into Project Zomboid, a game that I haven’t played since forever ago.

While playing the game, although its advisable not to do so, one can turn on a tv in any house and you’ll hear the sound of a muffled television station playing like its playing in another room far down the hall. Speaking of which, my ears were picking up some sort of reverb of that muffled noise so I leaned forward cautiously and turned down the volume of my speakers to locate the sound of the 2nd muffled voices.

It was coming from out my back window, the one that points out towards the chicken farmer next door, who has a huge property, his being a good 30 meters or so beyond the concrete wall that saves me from his chicken army. To keep the chickens happy he plays talk radio on his old radio he’s had in the family from the early 70’s and the is so old and so muffled that from a distance it sounds exactly like the muffled tv sound from my game Project Zomboid.

“Der be Zombies over Dem Hills”

As much as I love zombies, especially zombie movies, truth be told – I’m terrified of the damn things. The chicken farmer is never home, that’s why he leaves the radio on as he swears his chickens lay more eggs when he does – heh, who am I to argue, I get all my eggs from him. My family wasn’t home, the foreigner living way at the end of the lane has long since flown back to Germany so that house is deserted, and suddenly, it was just me and these two muffled radio sounds, with me all alone and the nearest person a good kilometer away.

I’m not shy to lie when I say that as I filmed that shot out my window up above, I did indeed cautiously glance left and right just to make sure there were no zombies in the area.

Zombies aren’t real, I know. But I have an active imagination and I’m terrified of that video game which is an awful game to play when living alone in the middle of nowhere.

Don’t worry for me though, I am a girl who comes prepared for such apocalypses as I have all my silver bullets laid out on the tv table ready to go at a moment’s notice.

Oh wait, that’s for vampires isn’t it? Damn, wrong apocalypse.

W. Beneath