...I think I officially give up on sleep. Or I shouldn’t play certain kinds of games before bed. Yeah, that’s it.
Because the last thing I needed to dream about was a world wide zombie mutant apocalypse. And Zombie Captain America. And Zombie Spider-man thinking he could find a cure for the hunger.
And being eaten alive by Zombie Namor.
I did not need to know what it felt like to be gnawed on by the Asshole of the Sea.