At about four am the damn zombies got my neighbors.
I was in the kitchen with the lights off and heard my neighbor– the deaf one– screaming as the tore him off of his porch. I had gone over there to warn him when the first news reports came on, but apparently I can only sign in Cantonese.
My dog took out three of the sumbitches while they were on top of my neighbor, which cheered me immensely. Do you know how hard it is to find quiet neighbors?