Friday, 15 October 2010

The Mind of a Horror Writer

Today I walked the dog around the fields and lanes at the top of the town where I live.

There was nobody else around at all, and as I was walking through the harvested sweetcorn field, which was looking particularly apocalyptic with buzzards wheeling overhead and calling out to one another, I wondered what I would do if a horde of the undead suddenly came towards me across the field.

I figured I'd take photos. And then probably run.


1 comment:

  1. Hehe! yeah, definitely stop to take photos, or no one will believe you! ;-) I think I'd be the same, to be honest!