We had to bug out of the Bowling Green Starbucks yesterday. I had to interrupt posting when a crapload of walkers, at least 25 or 30, suddenly showed up at the front door.
We thought we had a safe haven as we headed North. Jerry had suggested we move to a remote place that was cold, based on the recommendation in "The Zombie Survival Guide". I guess the cold slows down the zombies. I hesitate to say that it slows down their metabolism. I guess they don't have a metabolism. Jerry says they just freeze up.
I digress. When Jerry suggested going North, Greg mentioned going to one of the Boyne ski resorts in Northern Michigan. He thought there might be empty cabins or condos up there. So that's what we did.
We were fortunate to find the Starbucks. Bowling Green is about 2 1/2 hours North of Cincinnati. We were traveling up Interstate 75 and got off the exit at Bowling Green to siphon gas for the Jeep and our other car, a Chevy Impala.
As we drove further into town, it was apparent that it would be best to find a place to stop, as it was dusk and we didn't want to travel at night. We had several choices, but found the Starbucks. Old habit. I guess we were secretly hoping to get a Venti Pike's Place while we were there.
The rear door in the alley was unlocked, but the deadbolt still worked so after doing a quick search of the place to make sure we weren't walking into an ambush, we settled there for the night.
Jerry is still nervous about me blogging. I will continue a little later...
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