it's pretty dead here...
Once upon a black Friday clear
Woke up on the couch this morning next to a bottle of Jack Daniels. 10am we need to stop meeting like this. Wait ten? Damn late again. The wind whipped the snow around me on my walk to walk. God I hate the UP sometimes. Fortunately work was deserted, everybody was too busy out in unwashed mobs spending money before Christmas. Good I could get some coffee and nurse my hangover.
“Anything good?” I asked Sarah.
“Nada, just that drunk who wandered in.” She said.
Figures. The cold always brings the drunks into the library. This one is actually shambling and he smells awful, not like booze but something else. Something rotten…He’s making this deathly moaning sound too.
“There’s something odd about that guy” I said.
Sarah looked up and sure enough, a bit of the guys hand fell off by the new books.
Oh shit. Sarah and I ran into Bruce’s office, he came out to see what we were babbling about when he saw at the doors with about twenty of the undead guy’s friends…I knew I should have gone to my grandma's house for thanksgiving...
To be continued on my lunch break…