You get a peek into what and who makes up this town. The good, the bad and the ugly. This is Visalia.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Post Apocalyptic Sunday
The path was clear. Clear for only a moment and then it was filled with the living dead. Voraciously hungry and mad with the desire for flesh. I was going to run but to where. No where was safe. No where could I go. I stood and allowed them to consume me. It was over so quickly. I arose only to join the feast of others.