of inactivity, afternoon naps and night-time thrills

1. Waking up to a steaming hot packet of nasi lemak.

2. Re-reading Terry Pratchett's Night Watch.

3. "The rescue boat is here! LETS HAUL ASS!" K yells as he fended off yet another wave of undead zombies from the balcony. A shotgun round or two later, he takes off; followed speedily by LR, his rear guard and molotov specialist. I held back the horde at the stairs, and ran like the wind as L limped after me. The dock was in sight; we were gonna make it out of this one alive! A strangled yell forces me to change my mind: L was snagged by a Smoker, and he was being pulled back into the mass! I went back, to the protests of K and LR, and emptied my cartridge of bullets into the Smoker. In a cloud of smoke, he explodes, leaving L free but hurt badly. Now wasn't the time for empty heroism; I dashed back to the boat as K and LR thinned out the crowd behind L. Slowly but surely he makes it, and we all make it off the mainland - we survived!