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.

Post Apocalyptic Sunday

When there were people in Visalia. There must have been an artist who would slowly transform this fireplug into art. When the zombies came, they never got to finish.

Post Apocalyptic Sunday

It's another Sunday here in lovely Visalia and yet another barren street. On most days, weekdays, this is one of the most busiest areas of Visalia but on a Sunday, nothing. You could light off a cannon down this street and hit no one. Again, I say, this is perfect for a zombie movie to film here

Post Apocalyptic Sunday

My town is dead on a Sunday. Every Sunday. Like a bomb went off and everyone is gone. Few stores are open and the ones that are have shortened hours. It's something I can't get used to & I don't think I want to.
Would make for a great Zombie film location. By the way, the 4th Annual Zombie Crawl is happening October 6th, 2012