“I don’t think you’d make my zombie apocalypse team,” I said matter-of-factly, pulling the car out of park and starting towards the dark street. Woodstock’s Pizza glowed behind us in bright letters and our camera equipment rattled quietly in the back seat. 2,403 more words
I absolutely love this piece, written by our Town Crier, David Greenway - and so I am taking the liberty of reblogging it. Enjoy!