The Journey Begins...

You get to your forties. You have a wife and a kid. Just one, because quite frankly having a second shows you are not a learning cat. You have a job which is sort of okay but not something you would do without sufficient remuneration. And you find that you don't really have something which is just, well, you. Everything you do is family related, work related, or just to quieten the ever louder voices in your head. So you start becoming a bit grumpy, then frustrated, then angry at the injustice of it all. And that affects all the other parts of your life. Eventually you lose your job, get divorced and surreptitiously move to a small foreign country in order to avoid paying alimony and child support. You shack up with a local girl whose name you can't pronounce, stop shaving and start drinking heavily. Soon, you join the local militia and find yourself in the middle of a jungle carrying an AK47 and wondering what the hell happened.

Or you could just get a hobby.

Of course, that begs the question. What hobby? There are so many to choose from, but none of them seem like the sort of thing you'd start doing or would keep you interested for more than about twelve seconds. And what practical use would they be? Coaching youth soccer, training for another dull as ditchwater job, juggling balloon animals while balancing a chainsaw on your chin. All of them have serious shortcomings. Then it hits you. The one thing that is very relevant to the world we live in, requires a multifaceted skillset that will keep interest on many levels for many years to come, and is perfect for the exceptionally finally balanced personality that makes you who you are. Mostly because it is all the stuff you wanted to do before life happened. And still looks way cool in all the movies.

Getting ready for the Zombie Apocalypse. I know, right? Awesome.

So this blog will follow the progress of one man fighting to retain his sanity in a vicious and brutal world. Where blood and snot run free, where the shit literally hits the fan on a daily basis. And from that experience of parenthood comes the resolve to protect that child (and his wife of course as long as she bucks up her attitude) from the horror of the flesh eating undead.

The journey starts here.

It will be probably be a bit sporadic because, you know, real life.