I went on a zombie vacation.
I never imagined I'd have had any interest in such an adventure...but then, it never occurred to me that I liked comic books, superheroes, action movies, or capers either.
Like a good chunk of the rest of the world, I started watching The Walking Dead. I love it. It's not the zombies or the gore, or any of that. It's the emotions, the character development, the what the fuck would we do if this actually happened? You can't help but be drawn in, you can't help but sit on the edge of your seat.
And so when Jamie had a long weekend off and we threw around ideas for a post-Valentine's who-fucking-cares-if-we-are-single vacation...it seemed totally natural that rather than lounging on a beach, we'd road trip to Backwoods Nowhere, Georgia and find all the significant locations where TWD was filmed.
She armed us with a list of locations and vague directions and we set off.
We went to Woodbury (actually Senoia, GA). We drove past Hershel's farm. We found the arena and peered into windows of long abandoned, dilapidated structures. There were times when we drove for more than hour with seeing little more than trees and the random farm.
I wondered what people do out there when they run out of milk or decide to order Chinese. There is no 7-11 on every other corner. I mean, there aren't even corners.
That life is not for me. It was fun and interesting...for two days. By the end of the trip, I was more than ready to be back home where there are gas stations and convenience stores and Olive Gardens. I like the Olive Garden.
Still, it was fun.
It also gave us plenty of time to develop our zombie apocalypse contingency plan, which we did, in detail. I won't share that though, just in case ;)
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