Last night I dreamt I was a carrier of some horrid disease. My skin was pale, my hands were cold, and the mucus in my nose clogged all breath. I was quarantined, I was exiled, I was isolated. But what drove me to panic was not my solitary confinement, or my wretched condition. I knew my fate, and it was far worse than death.
I was going to turn into a zombie.
By the way, Zombieland was a really good movie.
