May 30, 2008
Finding Amber’s condo was easy, like she said it would be. She was on a tiny second floor balcony waving to me, her fiancé inside. They were a cute couple, in a cute condo, practically new. It had vaulted ceilings, and a fire place, with a generous laundry room off to one side. It was half again as big as my apartment and a second set of stairs led down to a tiny private garage where I imagined myself as the Omega man jetting out of the building to fight zombies across the city. Hey, it was a nice place.