Home again, home again, jiggedy-jig...
It's always so nice returning to my parents. The primary family safehouse is so much nicer than mine...
Such a perfect set-up, rope ladders between every floor, nice little vegetable garden on the roof...
Lovely to see my family is still alive, too. I mean, I do contact them, but y'know, it's different actually seeing them.
Everything is just so much simpler and safer at home.
Ever wonder if zombies have homes that they go back to? Or do they just wander the streets 24/7?
People have done tests on the undead to see if they still have even a tiny amount of residual memory, but with inconclusive results...
Yeah... Today's blog is shit, but then, I am physically exhausted so deal. With it.
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