A weird week, my brother, indubitably strange. Your mom sleeps all the time, though I haven’t seen it for myself; I’m not at home.
I’m not there because I’m out tracking zombies. That’s right—not much point in hiding the truth from you in these letters. At this point, the rest of the house knows already. For the past six weeks I’ve been on a scientific team doing field research on zombies: where they sleep, what they eat, how they interact, how they reproduce, and how they die. A lot of attention is focused on the last of those, actually; biologists are being paid by the government to provide background research that applied scientists will use in making weapons of zombie destruction.
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.