Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Day 94 – Long Grass, Cancer & Various Forms of Death

I was up on the roof today doing a survey of the surrounding area. I wanted to get a little sunshine and take in a breath of fresh air. It is amazing to me how much Langley has changed in the space of three months.
Without people maintaining the lawns and such, grass is already getting out of control. I know that this may seem like a bit of cosmetic complaint but tall weeds and grasses can be pretty dangerous if there is a zom crawling around out there with blown off feet. Have your boots laced up if you go trudging into the high grass. It could make looting houses a little more difficult if we have to take more time to sweep for threats. 
So while I love my time on the roof, it is also home to something that I don’t really care for. I am not a smoker. Never have been. So needless to say, I didn't really care when Reason's passed their nonsmoking breathe easy policy. It didn't inconvenience me in the slightest. Granted, one could argue that it got my boss Holly killed. After all, she was out on a smoke break when the first shambling horde came through. Still, the few smokers that we have amongst us continued to go outside to smoke. Only now, they hit the roof instead of going out on the docks and out to the property line.
However, I have a unique theory that stands up to scientific evidence. The zoms seem to hunt using the same faculties that we do. However, there sense of smell seems to be overly heightened, especially when it comes to blood.
Now, if the zombie takeover had happened in the era of the Jon Hamm show Mad Men -- where they smoke EVERYWHERE -- maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal. But when you get to the point where no one seems to smoke anymore, when someone does light up, the stench can be overpowering. That acrid smell carries... For miles it seems. And I swear the zoms smell it too...
In the evenings when the world gets quiet (or I should say quieter) and the air is still, if someone like Hobbit Judy goes up for a smoke, it always seems like there is a keening in the distance. Then, after enough time has passed given the distance of the screech, it'd always seems as if there is one loan zom shuffling along the highway in our direction. I mean that has to stand to reason, right? You have that unnatural smell wafting on the breeze. That is going to bring those things out of the woodwork, especially if they are hungry.
Now, I am not talking about imposing a ban on smoking. Hell, I think half the guys use chewing tobacco on a regular basis and I could care less about them. I never found smoking attractive. It is not because of the health risks. It is because it makes you STINK. You hair, your clothes… and when it comes to kissing, no one likes licking an ashtray. But I guess that is not really here or there. I am not doing a PSA here regarding the dangers of smoking. 
My point is that if you are hiding somewhere and you decide to light up to try to unwind, don’t be surprised if you start hearing clammy, decaying hands slapping against the doors or windows of wherever you are barricaded.
You should quit smoking. I know. It killed my mom. It stinks and by smoking, you are now literally drawing death towards you on shambling and shuffling legs. Speaking of horrible smells, we really to figure out what we are going to do with all these bodies in our parking lot…