07:55 – Barbara is off to Mt. Airy today with Frances and Al, going to some sort of autumn fair.
It may not be a zombie apocalypse, but much of America expects some kind of apocalypse. In a beautiful city a mile or so from the Pacific one recent sunny Saturday morning, a line developed outside a gun store well before it opened. In the Age of the Zombie, the end of the world will take place not far away but at close range, and many Americans seem to have resolved to go down fighting.
The zombies are surrounding us and in many cases already among us. Like many other nice middle-class neighborhoods, ours is surrounded by infestations of underclass scum. Go a mile in any direction, and you’ll find yourself in the midst of a zombie hellhole. It’s becoming obvious to more and more middle-class people that this will not end well for one side or the other, and we’re determined not to be on the losing side. The government isn’t going to fix this. Eventually, we’re going to have to fix it ourselves.