Zombies Don't Knock...Do They?

This morning at 4:42 a.m. I was awakened by loud pounding on our front door.

I sat straight up and my heart leapt into my throat and raced there for what seemed like minutes as I tried to decide what to do. Vinny vaulted off me and went flying toward the door hoping maybe this would be his opportunity to escape for some carousing.

Several thoughts went through my head.

First, do I go answer it? Uhm yeah no.

Second, should I wake up Lex to make him answer it?

And then I began imagining who or what could be on the other side. Murderer, rapist, neighbor in distress...zombie.

Now, since we have no peep hole¹, there was no way to know who might be on the other side without asking thus identifying myself as a woman - perhaps a woman alone. And since I value my safety more than satisfying my curiosity, I decided this was not the thing to do.

So I waited.

I decided if they knocked again, I would go wake up Lex and make him decide what to do. As a precaution, I did get my cell phone in hand just in case whoever it was decided to bash down our door.

And that's when I realized it couldn't have been a zombie because a zombie wouldn't have knocked no matter how loudly and immpolitely.

And now that I think about it, a murderer or rapist probably wouldn't have knocked either.

Hopefully it was just someone who had the wrong apartment. Because they didn't knock twice on our door. In fact, I heard them knocking on the door to the storage room next to our front door. This leads me to believe it was not someone familiar with the building.

Perhaps asking for a peep hole is in order.


1: Hee hee...I said peep hole.