My God, I don't believe the things we just saw.

I mean, we were at the mall. There were kids going into the matinee and moms dragging screaming toddlers through Penney's the same as always. The moms especially were bedraggled and gaunt, with their faces dirty and their hair straggling, but they always look like that. For all I know everybody was a zombie and always has been. But they weren't trying to eat people or anything. So Steven and I had a nice lunch, and I got a new notebook at the art store and some Red Sox hats for my niece and nephew.

We came home past the coffee shop. It's right next to the traffic light. People were running around in the parking lot like somebody had just dropped a hive of bees or something. And then I saw --

Sister Agnes and Sister Dorothy were going in.

No, I'm sure it was them. Only it wasn't them. They looked like they'd been dead for a week, and I'm not joking.

And they -- I don't believe I saw this -- they walked right through the glass door. Glass shattered everywhere.

That's when the light turned green and I gunned the car out of there.

We didn't see anything else the few blocks back to the house. It's a small town. Even if everybody who died in the last month comes back, it's only like a couple dozen people. The cops will take care of them. But I'm pretty scared anyway.

I've got to call Traci and let her know so she can get to her kids.