Zombiecicle...

This morning I spotted smoke coming from a chimney. It was some survivors stoking their wood stove. I strapped on my snowshoes and wove my way towards the smoke plume. I cautiously approached the building and called out to the survivors. Of course they answered their door with their gun locked and loaded. I made small talk while I kept my hands in plain sight. Their leader asked if I had any smokes. I took off my back pack and tossed him an unopened carton of cigarettes and told them to keep 'em. This put everyone at ease and the smokes where enthuiasticlly lit up. Once everyone figured out that no one was going to get shot. The leader (Josh) and two others (Sandy and Mick) strapped on snow shoes and led me to a polebarn about a mile and a half away that had a large door that was standing open. In the dark were dozens of zombies lying prone on the concrete floor. There were an additional nine that were frozen in a standing position. We started out cracking frozen heads with a sledge hammer, but man, that is harder than you think. You have to hit the Z's head six to ten times befor they fall into pieces. After about half an hour I could barely lift my arms. We smashed heads in shifts and finished about an hour before dark. We trudged back through the snow and warmed ourselves by the stove. I ate dinner with them and left in the morning for home. I've got some new potential friends and maybe my cabin fever won't get to bad this winter.