I think I can still count myself lucky. Everything is pretty much luckier than zombies.

_{[ He didn't really believe in them, but what the hell did he know? Strange new world, ravenous bears - the most dangerous thing he could do would be to dismiss what Malcolm was telling him. ]}

No, we were just crops, though I can't say my Uncle had much of a green thumb. We rotated what we grew each season - helps the soil and all.

What's a druffalo?