I gotta look after them. Who else was gonna look out for them?
My life depended on their survival.
VI: It’s Eat or be Eaten
I saw my first lion two years after the zombiepocalypse.
Whether the lions escaped from that fancy lion park near Paarl or
if they got out of one of the wildlife reserves I don’t know. I
expect they were pretty quick to multiply and stake out territories
because not long after that I encountered a female with four
cubs.
By then there were people farming close to the city, so the
cows, pigs and sheep were easy pickings. I guess I shouldn’t have
been too surprised the night I came face to face with one. The
southeaster was blowing like mad, and I was upwind from the beast.
Guess it couldn’t smell me – not that vampires smell much like
anything except dust
