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[entropical]

Perils of an overactive imagination: Upon hearing a weird baying sound while walking home through a wooded path, your brain immediately slaps the fight of flight button because PACK OF HELL HOUNDS PACK OF HELL HOUNDS RUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNN or! ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!!!!!!!! WE KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN!!!!

This noise will turn out to be a combination of distant traffic and the wind playing eerily through dead leaves. You will turn out to be an idiot standing there frozen and peering warily about for signs of the undead.

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[catwalksalone]

Oh, honey. *pets you*

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

I... maybe totally also do this. (IT'S THE APOCALYPSE, ISN'T IT is probably my most common thought upon being abruptly woken. I think this explains quite a lot.)

Also, I do not get people who walk past dark alleys without looking. Cause, there MIGHT be a zombie or something there! Or at least somebody's murdered body that you should report to the police before the killer finds you!

[kanzenhanzai.livejournal.com]

*pets* "OHGODZOMBIES" and the like are perfectly legitimate responses to Things, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Especially not the zombies that are *clearly* lurking in my attic, waiting for me to suck it up and venture there after dark.

(The overhead lights up there went out and my landlord replaced them with a string of red lights. Who does that?? I refuse to willingly walk into what is obviously a horror movie breeding ground.)