Not a camping story, but here goes: I work an over-night shift desk job about 45 minutes from where I live. I drive the same route, every day, and never deviate. EVER. The route basically takes me down a main road (normally deserted at close to midnight) and then I can either A) Take highway 36 (if you live in Colorado, you know how crappy a choice that is) or B) cross the railroad tracks and take the frontage road next to the highway in to the next exit. I take B, and the road is not only always empty, but is largely devoid of street lights and runs down-hill from the highway (just close enough to see it, but not close enough to get adequate light from it). So one night, I'm driving in, cross the tracks, and start down this frontage road when I notice something is IMMEDIATELY off. Firstly, there is a train just stopped on the tracks right near the turn on (not unusual), but all its lights are on, the conductor is leaning out the window, and it's pulling cars I've never seen the likes of before (look kinda like they might be carrying livestock, but seem too heavy-duty for that). Secondly, there is a homeless looking man standing in the MIDDLE OF THE FREAKING ROAD about 20 feet from my car. I obviously stop my car and idle for a second, trying to figure out what's happening. The conductor obviously sees the guy, and I originally figure maybe he was hitching a ride on the train. But then things hit a level of eerie I've never experienced before, and the homeless-looking man starts to move towards my car. But it's not normal movement, it's a jerky, rigor-mortis type walk and he's dragging his feet too much, swinging one arm too widely, and his heads cocked at a strange angle. I mother-blam!-ing panicked, gunned my car and sped around the guy, never getting a really good look at him. Needless to say, I get in to work shaken but none-the-worse-for-wear. The next day, though, I'm making the same trip in, but now there's a cop with too many road-flares blocking the road. I can't see anything past the flares, and I'm told I have to take the highway, with no reasoning given other than "just do it,". As I'm pulling around to take the detour, I notice there is a HUGE armored bus-looking behemoth of a vehicle driving down the closed road behind the cop. I have never seen anything like it before, and was baffled as to what it's purpose could be. So, I jumped onto the highway, and slowed down (yeah, yeah, rubbernecking, whatever) and took a peek down the hill at the frontage road where there was a fleet of vehicles and the bus-thing all circled up in an open dirt lot at the end of the shops running down the road. Now, I saw no chemical smoke, no people, just a ton of flares and a ton of vehicles. The news later reported that some employees had called in a HAZMAT team for a chemical clean up, but I know that there's just a storage building (like UHAUL) and an office-type business at the end of these buildings, and I also know they are all closed completely by the time I drive by. Still convinced that I witnessed a zombie and a subsequent zombie investigation.