I have met some good people in the city and I like it so much better than the home I left. My boss at the club is a good man; he keeps the guys hands off the girls. He even keeps his own hands to himself. That is rare in a boss. His name is Joe and even though he is a nice guy, he is not someone to be taken for granted or taken advantage of. I have seen him go eye to eye with the biggest assholes in the club and back them down with a kind word and clear stare. I think he knows that something is not right with me but he doesn’t say anything and makes sure everyone else keeps a distance as well. Funny, figuring out that something is not right with a Zombie. Not many people give the undead a second glance, much less notice that one of them is actually living.
Joe even took me to a nice restaurant once. His brother ran the place and he was nice as well. He didn’t even say anything when Joe showed up with what looked like a Zombie date. That is pretty open minded. Joe said his brother was named David and was a couple of years older. I have to pretend to not be listening too much when I am out and acting like a Zombie, but I notice a lot more than people would guess. For one thing I have noticed how the two brothers seem to be ahead of the curve on this whole Zombie situation. If I had to trust anyone in my life it would be those guys.
