on the road, due nord.
The sun is glowing today. Nice air, hot. Seems that the winter is quite over. The snow is gone now, time to go. Leaving my town where i set myself for all the winter, heading to the city for suplies and ammunition.
Strange sunday. No footbal matches, no families in the park, no memories of beers with friends or girls of the night after. Just survive. Where are those friends or girls now... i don't know. Luckily, i did not shoot any undead friends or girls at this time, just strangers. If i'll do that, my few mental sanity will certainly blow up.
The radio is silent on all frequencies, only a station is still alive but is just trasmitting over and over an old queens of the stone age album.
Funny soundtrack for a funny sunday.