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Zombie Apocalypse? It's more likely than you think.

AUSTRALIANS could soon be asked to stock their pantries with food and water and prepare for an emergency, according to the Federal Government's pandemic flu plan.

This phase recommends that the Government implement border surveillance. It also recommends people develop plans to stay at home. This includes a direction to stock pantries with supplies for 14 days.

The city changes at night, mutates into something entirely different. As you walk down the street music floats towards you from all angles and disappears as suddenly as it came. The stench of alcohol, urine and rubbish comes rushing towards you as you pass another laneway off the main street.
Wait, didn't you just pass that one before? In the shadows of night each laneway appears like the last.
Couples walk hand in hand. A woman clings to her boyfriends arm oblivious to his wandering eyes as a younger girl walks by.
Couples fight on street corners, yelling obsenities fueled by a long night of drinking. Men stare at women walking down the street and ask them if they want a good time, getting annoyed when told to 'get fucked'
People bump into each other and get into arguements. Both sides at fault, but blind to see the truth of it all.
Cars blast their horns as someone stumbles across the road not caring he has no right to do so.
A cold blast of air comes through, the kind death rides in on with his sythe at the ready to collect what is his. Everything stops for a moment as people shiver and try to fight it off. Will this be it? Will this breeze be strong enough to blow the filth and depravity of this corrupt town?
Then life starts up again. Music keeps flowing, couples keep fighting, cars keep blasting.

I love my town, but I am repulsed by it at the same time.

Who's going to Supanova this weekend?

Sometimes you need to walk. Maybe you need to let off some steam and work things out, maybe you're just in it for the fun. Right, left, right, left your feet go, one in front of the other. But then they stop, and you look and stare in the distance at what stopped you.
Some day this will be your home. You'll be standing under these bubbles, supporting your team. Will the sound echo? Will the same friends and people who you know their faces, but not their names, be there? Only time will tell.
Right, left, right, left they continue on.
2am is a strange time of night. It's the time where the suburbs sleep and the ghosts come out. Your feet stop and you stare again. This time the ghosts come alive. If you listen hard you can hear them singing, chanting. You close your eyes and you can feel the dirt of the terrace, can feel the dust being kicked up into your eyes. You remember the good days and the bad days.
Things have come a long way and will keep going a long way in the future. No matter how much you wish for them they won't come back.

The ghosts slowly fade into the distance and you know where you are. You pull your jacket tight around you to fight off the biting cold, and keep walking.

Right, left, right, left...

The gust of cold wind blows past, chilling everyone caught in it to the bone. People pull their coats tighter around themselves as they attempt to hide from it with little success.
Scarves are pulled tightly across necks, obscuring lower jaws, turning them into freakish monsters. Collars are turned up and hoods are on. Once friendly people are turned into questionable characters.
A smile from a strange warms your heart more than any coat can.
The train ride made even longer by the howling gusts that rocket past the open doors as more people climb on to get out of it.