Zombies and Cricket

<p></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(30 25 21 1)><em>The night fills with the familiar chirp of crickets and the irritating hum of mozzies. I swat at one. My chest tightens as I lick my lips trying to will away the intrusive thought and now guilty pleasure of wondering if mozzies have edible brains. So it is happening and relatively fast.</em></strong></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>After the zombie apocalypse the government found a temporary solution and encouraged us to continue living our lives. Let me introduce myself. My name is Gavin a 43-year-old cattle farmer from South Australia with a love of cricket. As the one-year anniversary-now aptly named Use Your Noggin Day-and my gal's birthday approaches there has been an increase in zombie attacks.</span></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>Will I be able to protect Alara keep my humanity and still play the match next weekend?</span></p><p></p>