TRAPPED ON A ZOMBIE PARADISE

ENTRY 417

TRAPPED ON A ZOMBIE PARADISE

(Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina)

We've been trapped on Wrightsville Beach for 9 days of sun and sand.

A hoard of zombies, 200 strong, chased us off the mainland.

We got our supplies and an adult drink for our blues...

We found a stock of batteries and new running shoes...

And we have holed up in a hotel fit for a rock band!

Wrightsville Beach was a North Carolina paradise...

White sand, warm water, beautiful chicks and summer merchandise.

Now the dead monster things fowl the awesome white sand,

The dead monster things now own all the land,

And now you couldn't even find a nest of field mice.

Marcus found the tee shirt shop on the second floor.

He and Richard returned dragging a huge box through the door.

Inside was food, drink and Marcus' new expression...

Two hatchets, shotgun shells and Marcus' new obsession...

Six tee shirts with this crazy zombie logo that will never bore!

We finally made contact with the camp yesterday.

The new batteries are full of charge that made our phones play.

We'll try to cross over the bridge tomorrow morn...

To plow our way back to the highway, back to our norm...

And get back to the women who will beg us to forever stay!

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