It started last night, when it became apparent that my ghost town of a little Days Inn was well occupied suddenly. This morning at complimentary continental breakfast, were several obvious-purposed persons, doing what I had in mind; get fueled up and get prepared for the zombie run.  Upon speaking with a few of them, most seem to be from New Jersey, New York and Pennsylvania, as I’d imagine anyone who lives in Virginia or fuckingMaryland is probably just going to commute it.

But no make mistake, as much as I’d like to have thought I was the only zombie runner staying in this place, regardless of the “official” accommodations in Edgewood, fuckingMaryland, but I’m clearly not.  That’s not a bad thing though, seeing other people here for it has awakened some excitement within me, and 1 p.m. can’t get here soon enough.  All this unknown and anticipation is making me stir-crazy.