Things I think while walking home from the bus stop, alone, late at night: “Stupid foot injury. I’m limping and it makes me look like prey. But it’s only a slight limp, so you’d probably have to have vampire super-senses to notice. And if there are vampires out, I’m already screwed. So I won’t worry about that. Okay. But wait, I have to walk by a cemetery. Zombies?”
Home now. No vampires. No zombies. Good night.