Thyme After Time: Zombie Apocalypse Preppers Breakfast Muffins

Some said it would come. Farmer Bloom down the road said it started already. It's from the comet that passed overhead last week. Nobody noticed. It wasn't paid much attention to. After all, we all were working overtime. We all had endless lists of things to do. None of us had time to pay attention to an old farmer with lots of stories. Who knew that he could have actually seen the beginning of it all? Who knew that the key to everything would be to go back to the farmer? He warned us. He told us to take time and have supplies ready. He told us to have food on hand. He told us to have some portable form of food, one that carries well; one that we could eat on the run if we had to.

We laughed at him. We thought it was a joke. We thought he had lived alone in that old farmhouse way too long. Then it happened. The neighbors’ dog was run over. There was almost nothing left after the car drove off, a few tufts of fur, some blood. We comforted the little boy that lived there and helped the parents clean up and bury their now passed, furry friend. That night we heard an ungodly howl. It made us jump out of a sound sleep. Never had we heard an animal in such agony. We looked out the window but there was a fog that set in that made it difficult to see anything. We decided we were better off going back to sleep. Obviously there wasn’t anything we could do with the fog so thick. We lay there in bed uneasily, sleeping off and on until the sun rose.

The neighbors were gone. Their car was still there. Their dog’s grave had been dug up. Only a pile of dirt was left in the backyard. Strange.

Days passed and they never returned. A virus was spreading across the US. It made the news. It was a terribly painful virus that had no cure. Death was imminent. Then, as the corpses piled up, the army trucks came. They collected the corpses and dumped them in the valley. There wasn’t anywhere else to put them. They piled up so quickly. Then a strange thing occurred. The corpses reanimated…they moved and began to wander around. It was an ungodly army of reanimated corpses rising out of the valley. They killed whoever and whatever lay in their path.

I thought back to the farmer; that crazy old man. He was right. If only we had prepped, as he had done, we would have food to travel with while running from the living dead. I wonder if we made our way back to the old farmhouse, if that recipe he told us about still existed. We didn’t have much to live for. The zombie apocalypse had arrived. The future wasn’t looking very bright but maybe, just maybe, this recipe would help a little.

We fought our way through the zombie army to make our way back to the farmhouse. It wasn’t easy and we arrived exhausted. There was no sign of Farmer Bloom anywhere. We went to his kitchen and there on the table was this note.

So, in his honor, we took the time to prep and then made his cherished breakfast muffins. They were the perfect breakfast after our late night fighting off zombies. I found that they also freeze well, just in case we wanted to save them for a later date.

After we took the last of the muffins out of Farmer Bloom's freezer we heard something moving around in the basement. After surviving this long, we knew it was best to move on instead of investigating. We ate the rest of the fresh muffins and finished the juice that was left in the fridge. I finished this last entry in my journal and wrote this recipe down in case I ever needed it again. We really enjoyed the muffins. They weren't overly sweet. They contain an entire breakfast all in one. If we knew the farmer was that good at cooking, we would have been over here a while ago. But now the world has changed and the farmer was no where to be found.
The sound is growing louder so we have to go, but wait,...it's human voices coming from the basement! They definitely don't sound like zombies. Thank God! There are other survivors! They're yelling but I can't make out what they're saying.
It's the military...
We've been rescued!
What? The voices are still muffled.
All of a sudden, I'm feeling a bit lightheaded.
Don't drink the juice?
My legs are getting weak.
I don't think I can stand up much longer.
The farmer was a what?!?!
Things are fading....

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