bliteotw 2009 pt 4

Odd six hours after getting bitten the wound NOW starts to actually bleed.

Truthfully now I'm getting a little buzzed. Whoa!!! Gravity works... lets make that a lot buzzed.

WTF the black crap on the bandage is actually moving away from the blood.

Is it the allergy med and booze combo or am I that much of a loser that whatever is fueling the zombie horde refuses to allow me in.

Great I can't even gain admittance to the ravening hordes of the undead.

bliteotw 2009 pt 3

Shit this fucker itches like mad. Liquor not getting me buzzed - I'm guessing that I'm in the midst of the change. Nothing seems out of the ordinary besides the inability to get drunk. I mean I have a craving for sliders not human flesh. Okay maybe the booze is working on some level but I'm still sober.

The bandage is soaked in black ichor. Still not a zombie I can still use words like ichor.

I haven't itched this bad since the chickenpox at six years old.

Why don't any of the other zombies have black ichor leaking from their original wound?

Okay maybe I'm a little buzzed, I'm actually having wound envy of other zombies. I feel like I'm gonna end up the zombie poser. Hey look at Zombie Rich he's totally leaking black ichor let's be mean to him and not allow him to eat the popular kids.

Yeah High School left me emotionally scarred piss off.

bliteotw 2009 pt 2

Damnit. Got bit. Damn zombie fell out of the tree. I mean WTF how did it get in the fucking tree. Misty and the kids took the van dunno where they're heading. Best that way in case I remember anything after I turn.

Don't feel any different yet. Not sure how long the change is supposed to take.

Benedryl is a good friend, least my allergies won't bug me during the change. Hmmm usually not supposed to drink with allergy meds but ya know since I'll likely be the walking dead by morning bring on the Bacardi Rum Island Iced Tea.

bliteotw 2009

Today started off bad - I mean I was so damned tired that when I heard the scratching at the door I actually opened it and almost let the freaking thing in. I forgot that the cat was eaten last night. I mean it's not that bad over here yet, there are only a couple of the damned things shambling about the neighborhood. Apparently the old cliche about dead mobsters in cornfield isn't that far fetched after all. Wife got mad because I saw my father-in-law limping up the street and I started taking aim. "What?" I whined. "He's walking like one of the damned things I mean he could have been bitten while he was checking on the chickens." She just smacked me and told me to stop being a dumbass. For the record he was still human. Which I guess is good it'd really fuck the kids up seeing me shoot grampa.