Could you imagine it? Some reanimated rotting corpse dragging itself towards you, totally hellbent on munching on BRAAAIIINNNNS? Your brains for that matter?
Me neither. But even so, it might happen. So might a pot o' gold appearing at the end of a pwetty rainbow. Teehee. I digress.
Remember that hotel I was telling you about in my last post? The crappy one, with the crappy room? With the staff that called me "madam" a lot. Yeah? That one. Awesome. The fire alarm went off in the middle of the night. So saturday/sunday morning timeish. I was on the phone to my boyfriend, in my jimjams.
I've never been so freaked out in my entire life. In 50 or so seconds, I managed to completely dress my bottom half (oi, don't be rude, I mean out of my jimjam bottoms, and into my jeans that I bought a few days beforehand. They're very nice!) I pulled my boots on, ran into my bathroom thingy, brushed my hair and decided it looked better down that it did tied up. Grabbed my ipod and my phone, a coat and ran ran ran outside into the freezingness of "England in early winter at 00:03am" With my poor boyfriend panicking and trying to ring me back repeatedly because I cut him off.
I LEFT MY ROOM KEY IN MY ROOM! WHO DOES THAT?!
Back to the zombies. If you're ever outside during a zombie apocalypse/hurricane/tornado/general i'm-an-idiot-who-smokes-in-his-hotel-room-ishness, bring your damn hotel key. At least then, if you get bitten, you can return to your hotel room, and die in crappy crappy luxury. You'll be a surprise for the cleaning crew the next day!
Even if you don't die/get bitten/whatever, bring your hotel key anyway, and you'll get to keep the free tea. Or the coffee, if that's what you like.
And, I've decided I am head zombie-awareness leader person during/after the zombie apocalypse. Have a problem mister? You do?
Tough.
