It's been quite some time since I've posted. Fear not, zombie enthusiasts...I have returned.
I still intend to post my interview with Leonard, my building's security guard. When? Well, that's a damn fine question, isn't it? Unfortunately, no answers right now. More pressing matters.
I've been out of town. Work related journeys.
I asked my Mr. to keep an eye on Dennis in my absence; you know, take some notes, get some photos. Again, my Mr. isn't particularly fond of Dennis, nor of my wish to place myself in danger, even to further this "wacky" experiment. The only information I received upon my return home, was that my Mr. had ample opportunity to "take care" of Dennis.
Sadly, this means he had several chances to run down Dennis with our vehicle (but didn't). There's more to that story it seems. Something underlying in his psyche which makes him despise the living dead so very much. But...that is not the news that brings me back to the keyboard (although we WILL delve deeper into that issue at a future time).
I want to introduce you to Trudy O. At my daily post, where I sell furniture to the high, the mighty, the entitled and the ludicrous, I've come across a new subject. Of course, as with Dennis, I don't know her real name, so I've taken to calling her Trudy O.
Fear not. Dennis will not be left behind for Trudy O. I have so much to learn from Dennis. The thing is...Trudy O. is far different from Dennis. Trudy O. is only infected...but not yet dead. This is an opportunity to study the effects of the infection and examine how a regular person becomes a walking corpse.
It's morbid. Perhaps immoral...watching a person go down in flames. It must be agony for Trudy O. And yet, I don't feel as though I can do anything for her. Certainly the disease she carries isn't something I want to get too close to. We all know in this day and age, that not enough is known about the various infections and bacteria that a zombie may carry...or the viruses carried around by a soon-to-be-zombie. Ohhhh. That just sounded so cold. My apologies.
I want it to be known that I wish to bring about an understanding (I've stated it before) of those dead who walk among us. Trudy O. is on the same track that Dennis must have taken. Since I'm not a scientist, there's nothing I can do to stop Trudy O.'s decline (it seems NO ONE can). But I do hope to give her (and Dennis) some humanity by telling their tales. They were just like you or I...once.
Thank you for your patience in my absence.
Stay safe, alert and unbitten.
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