Quiet

There's not much activity on this quiet Monday. The leaves on the trees are turning orange and the wind is a bitter cold that stings my bare skin. I step outside to get the mail. When I open the mailbox and find nothing, I soon realize that it is a holiday that there is no mail. I go back inside and try to fall asleep on the couch but can get absolutely no shut-eye. After about 20 minutes, I give up.

I get a phone call. A relative tells me to turn on the TV. I answer that I don't watch TV. The relative tells me that there is a zombie apocalypse beginning and that I should save myself. I laugh and hang up. I ask myself, "What's the next stupid thing that 4chan and Infowars will come up with?" I begin reading a book.

After about an hour of reading, I see a strange person walking about. Their skin was a dark green and he or she was looking rather rabid. I didn't carry a gun so I could avoid shooting what I didn't understand. I went outside.

Outside was mostly quiet. The only noise was the drooling of this creature, who walked like George Jefferson or Gamera. Maybe the creature was hungry. I went back inside and got a couple of apples from the pantry. When I returned, the creature was headed towards me. Now at this point, you'd say there is a cliche that this creature is one of the undead and was about to eat my brains or flesh and most of the time, one would be right. But maybe some of the undead just want fresh fruit. I handed the creature the apples and sent them away. Maybe the undead just wanted some directions to eat the brains of my neighbor. That jerk who never returned my lawnmower. Good riddance, neighbor.

Once the creature left, I returned inside to the quiet. I lit an aromatic candle to keep myself at peace, surrounded by nothing but serenity. Well, until the screams of my neighbor were heard. Oh well, it will stop in a couple minutes.