I don’t remember if I’ve mentioned this before, but when Chris and I first started telling our friends we were moving to Roosevelt Island, one of them mentioned that it reminded him a little too much of Raccoon City. There is, after all, only a single bridge allowing access to the island by car. If the deadly T-Virus were to escape to the surface, they’d just have to suspend subway and tram service for us to be well and truly fucked. Of course, that’s one of the things we like about living here - we secretly nuture the hope that deep beneath our apartment building lies a thriving zombie lab, where things in big metal boxes are just waiting to come out and eat us.

In any case, the island felt even more like Raccoon City this morning, when the fog was so thick that we could barely see the neighboring building in our complex, much less Manhattan. For all we knew, the rest of New York was just gone, undoubtedly due to some sort of monster-related catastrophe. We can hope, right?