I got caught in this blowing dust & I think the dust was probably the main problem. I avoid the Interstate during dust storms. When I was crossing over I-10 this afternoon. I could not see the semi in front of me, only his brake lights.

pter. Maybe Obama has come to save you. Maybe its god. No, its neither, its, its swine flu! Suddenly the window sha..

The apocalypse is here. First it will start with blowing wind and dust, then lightning and thunder. Dark clouds roll in, cell phone in one hand you use the other to reach for the am radio button and BOOM! Impact. Your car now a pile of twisted, stinking metal. Steaming radiator fluid burns your eyes, blowing dust pelts your face and you come to. You stumble out of the car and gather your surroundings. Black smoke trails to the sky all down the expressway from other morons who've also just lost their call due to a violent impact from not looking where they were going. The person of the vehicle you hit is slumped over the steering wheel, blood on the windshield. Cars are strewn about the expressway, people are in chaos. You glance up and down the asphalt for a coherent human but there are none. Across the street you hear a scuffle between two people. A woman screaming like you’ve never heard before. A face pears out from behind the door and glares at you. You get chills, is that a human, you ask yourself. Can’t be. Suddenly it charges at you but in disbelief you pause to confirm what you think is a zombie. The zombie is running full speed right towards you. Vehicles can still be heard crashing in the distance, you jump back in your car and lock the door even though a ruptured fuel line has sparked a fire. The zombie reaches your car, blood dripping from its mouth, a cell phone in its left hand, red eyes that look like bad tomatos from innout, teeth like the british, hair like janet napolitano. You go to dial 911 but your phone is destroyed. The zombie fixated on one thing, eating you, is pounding with its bloody fists on your window, which you fear will break any second. Your heart is racing, sweat dripping from your head onto your newly finaced GM’s cheap leather console. BAM! Another zombie collides with your salvage yard ready vehicle. Blood everywhere, your car rocking as they fight to get in. 2 Fighter jets buzz past right above you followed by a big black helico

Blowing dust to blame? Na, pretty sure its because of the typical stupid human talking or texting on the phone.