I woke up around 3, packed 10 small things, and headed out with the bike trailer anyway for a couple of reasons.
One was that there was sure to be a food drop and there was, so I had 3-1/2 boxes of cans of food to load onto the trailer after taking out the cans of chicken soup, black beans, and things like "beefy burger soup" because Tom's having a try at being a vegetarian. Except for fish. I also took out the peanut butter as it's got "poison" in the form of hydrogenated oils in it ...
It made for a slow slog of a ride because cans are heavy, and I slogged over to Tom's and put the stuff on his table out front and took off for the post office.
I dropped off the things there and then went around behind H Mart to see what was around and picked up two packages of grilled saurys, 2 of shrimp tempura, one of tempura seaweed rolls and 4 packages of various gyoza. Over $50 worth of food.
I got back as quickly as I could because I wanted to get this stuff into the fridge. I only stopped by the "used food" place to pick up four of their large boxes because I've used four to package up my Hyundai manuals and will probably use them to toss out what I don't want.
I raced back along Rogers Avenue super fast and with one of my reel bolts in my hand ready to go, because it's exceedingly "zombiful" there. By the time the creatures noticed me I was well past lol.
I got back here and put my treasures away, then went back out to take a box of rotting veggies and fruit, and the peanut butter, beans, etc. out by Old Bayshore where they're certain to be seen. A zombie piloting a huge, not sure if based on one shopping cart or two, mobile mass of the kind of junk zombies love to collect, very slowly shuffled and rattled by. I ignored it and it ignored me, while an actual living human would have noticed the goodies I was putting out and come over to take some. Nope, it just kept on shuffling.
I was checking out a dumpster on the other side of Queen's Lane (nothing but construction debris type stuff it turned out) and there was another zombie with its undead zombie dog. I figured I'll ignore it as I've seen that one walking the dog around and at least the dog wasn't a zombie pit bull.
I looked again mere seconds later and ... the zombie and dog were gone. I got on the bike and looked around, and ... just ... gone. I have a theory that being animated but not alive, in that grey, brain-hungry realm between life and death, zombies may be only partially corporate and thus, in some cases, perhaps inadvertently, learned to translate themselves across space. To, in essence, wink out of one location and wink into another. That would be scary if they had any control over it but I'm sure they don't - these creatures stagger around, crap their pants, ride bikes with no tires on the wheels without noticing, etc.
As I got back in here, I saw the zombie with the big mass of stuff, shuffling and rattling along, heading for the crackiest part of Crack Alley.
I got in and had the shrimp tempura and the seaweed outside off of the seaweed rolls to start. I'd picked up $50 or $60 worth of food. I put in hours sorting out a bunch of stuff to sell and then took another break, fried and non-fried pork gyoza, with my homemade chili oil and some Chili Crisp.
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