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 Survival After Graduation 

October 27, 2017

Note to self, running into the Librarian ranks up on one of the worst ways to spend an evening.

August 14, 2017

The adventure continues! Today I'll fight more with my stomach more than with zombies. (Which is a good thing?)

July 31, 2017

Here I was, linked arms with some stranger in a hood and smuggling a stowaway in my pack. Things were much simpler back when I was at home dealing with zombies.

July 24, 2017

I chased after Fluff's yelps. Books the size of buildings unfolded in front of me, like a pop-up book. But, where's Fluff?..

July 7, 2017

College graduate beware. Life after college isn't all boring job stuff. There are zombies out here.

June 21, 2017

100 hours later 200 hours later 300 hours later GURGLE. You hear that gurgle? It sounds like the muted roar of a dragon. Or it could be Cerberus, a giant three-headed dog from Hades...

June 21, 2017

Zombies or no zombies, I need to find some food.

June 21, 2017

I ran as fast as I could toward the fire.

Admittedly, this isn't saying much when you're pushing through waist deep snow. I felt like a fish flopping on land...covered in icicles.

But, I was determined. Like every great athlete, I kept my mind on the prize. I would get to the fire and feel my toes. They feel like mini rocks tied to my feet, it's terrible.

Next time I face my refrigerator I'll make a point to wear snow boots.

I tru...

June 20, 2017

I was about to tackle the cute, fluffy abominable snowman for my abominable burger recipe when my mother's advice rang out in my ears.

Never eat an abominable snowman without ketchup. 

As usual, she was right. I hastily re-pocketed my fork.

"Here you are, Fluff"

(Fluff was my new name for the tiny, fluffy abominable snowman.) I pulled off and held out my mother's necklace. A golden, little thank you to my new friend (who...

June 20, 2017

Within the blink of an eye, I stood face to face with a makeshift sign made out of a plank of wood.

I scratched my head, looking back at Fluff. My little abominable friend was rolling around by my feet. The mountain we left was a speck behind me. Did I make that much progress? I hadn't the faintest recollection of doing it. The cold must be messing with my head.

A couple yards ahead was a flashing sign.


Easy enough, I just had t...

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