Hello.
It's been a while. It's been hell.
I got back yesterday very late. I couldn't blog. All that sprinting had worn me out. Hmm... Why was I sprinting?
Madrid is in ruins. Lisbon is overrun. Paris is in flames.
Bloody infection. It's everywhere. It was optimistic to think there would be safety across the channel...
And it turns out that fighting on a plane is pretty difficult. You can't use firearms, else you might compromise your air.
Clubbing the undead to death with an umbrella at 36,000 feet isn't my idea of a holiday. More like a hell-iday.
Kinda reminded me of Snakes On A Plane. Except less awesome.
So... How are the local European ex-capitals?
Oh, nothing much. Paris is just like London, except the zombies say "le Brains" and the ruined buildings are prettier.
Real Madrid's home city is nice. Very bright. Makes the bleakness of life a bit more colourful. And zombies go "Brainsio".
Right, and Lisbon is similar to Madrid, except there are loads more walkers. And it bloody rains. In Portugal! Undead mumble "Brainsos".
Yeah, I'm sure I'll talk more about this tomorrow. I just need a few Zs. That's sleep... Not zombies, by the way.
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