There was a platform out on the lake. You know, the kind the kids dive off, the girls sunbathe on in the summer. I’d taken the rowboat out there a couple times, tied up to it, fished from a lawn chair. It seemed the obvious place to wait this out.
I brought the nice all-weather camping tent, full cooler, a couple changes of clothes, fishing supplies, toiletries — anything I thought I’d need. That was two weeks ago.
Zombie shows up on shore somewhere, gets its feet wet, it turns around. My only worry: what will I do when winter comes?