Thursday, June 11, 2009
Yesterday I watched the first half of 28 Weeks Later during my ferry trip home. It was a rough trip, in the dark, but I didn't really notice (except for the occasional rather intrusive crash of the bow through a large swell) because I was glued to the screen. Anyway, when the ferry pulled in to the bay and I shut down my laptop and looked around, I was faced with a boat full of the infected. Of course, they were only seasick, and they were all completely oblivious to the fact that I had spent the last 45 minutes getting a rage-virus survival primer. But still, it was rather chilling. I wished I had a baseball bat and a lawnmower blade handy. I obviously need to pack more zombie-plan-contingency equipment in my backpack.