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cabbitzillaI think I'm safe now. Well, safer, anyway.
Okay, Posterity, listen up... you bastiches better learn from this or I'll plague all your men with limp dick syndrome from whatever hell I end up in. Probably a Chinese hell, be just my luck; 'Hell of Frustrated Tranny' or somesuch. Anywho, here goes.
My door was bashed in at 0117hrs this AM, followed by a pair of pistol shots and some groaning. If you've ever opened your bedroom door and found a zombie staring at you from the other side of your living room, then you'll know EXACTLY how I felt. That it was holding what was left of the head of one of my favorite neighbors didn't sink in until later, blessedly. It lurched towards me and got my trusty kukri buried in its forehead for the trouble.
I didn't have time to think, as I was standing there in my nightgown and still half asleep. Try doing that while adrenaline floods your system, it's a hell of a ride. I grabbed some clothes and my keys and bolted for the door, then dashed back in to collect both guinea pigs, the neighbor's pistol and my knife. I'd no clue then what I was up against, and didn't want to leave the critters stranded OR be without the only weapons handy.
I had a full tank of fuel in the truck. Thank everything Holy that Crys had whacked me upside the head for leaving it sitting on 'E' the night before. Wherever you are now, hon, I hope it's either safe or the end was quick and painless. Both seem to be in short supply, outnumbered by the shuffling hungers wandering around. Every radio station I've hit is either playing an 'off the air' message, hissing dead or just playing streams of music with no dj breaks. And I'm off track, let me get my thoughts together.
Okay, so my name is Elisabeth and I'm right pissed off about this whole fraggin mess. I dunno whether it's some funky astral alignment or a military experiment run wild or what, but I've been chased most of the early AM by groaning flesh eaters and it's NOT been fun. Like for example, did you know that if you slam into a zombie at about 50 miles per that their torso and head will stick to your windshield and still be trying to gnaw through? *shudder* Considering I sat and watched 'Return of the Living Dead' last night for laughs I am SERIOUSLY NOT AMUSED BY THIS!!! ... ahem. As I was saying, the apartment complex looked like a lost cause; among the shufflers were several neighbors I recognized, which means it'd been going on for a bit and I'd slept (ACTUAL SLEEP!) through the beginings. The blackout drapes on my bedroom window probably saved my ass.
Aside from the pair I'm with we've not seen another soul out and about. I keep telling myself that most everyone else had the sense to stay inside, but then my ever-so-helpful brain starts supplying me with images of neighbors and friends shuffling around in a parking lot. I didn't have much of a choice about staying, though; my apartment was compromised from the word go. I'd almost kill for a news report. If this is just a local thing we can sit tight and wait it out.
It's just a bit past dawn now. I'm holed up in a food distribution warehouse in Jessup. With me is a kid named Claudia who's entirely too familiar with the .357Mag she picked up somewhere and a priest named Frank. Sounds like a Johnny Cash song. Anyway, Frank's eyes aren't great for distances so he's damned near useless for guard duty, so Claudia and I are doing shifts on the office landing. Courtesy of two local pawnshops and the WalMart in Columbia, all of them standing open and unguarded, we're armed to the teeth and prepared to burn down anything in our way. Frank's busy fieldstripping, cleaning and reloading the pieces we picked up; Who knew a Jesuit priest would also be an amatuer gunsmith. o.o
The wired phone's out, but the building is secure for the moment. From the office landing we can see all of the doors in. We've still got power, and my cellphone still works. I'm glad the charger was in the truck. I've not had any luck reaching anyone, but it's early yet. I've got people that theoretically should be reachable in Ohio, Illinois, Virginia and New York... but it's looking like I'm going to have to go up on the roof to get a signal.
And I swear if Claudia makes one more 'dinner' crack about my pigs I'm gonna toss her jailbait ass off the roof and let the zomboids have breakfast.
Okay, Posterity, listen up... you bastiches better learn from this or I'll plague all your men with limp dick syndrome from whatever hell I end up in. Probably a Chinese hell, be just my luck; 'Hell of Frustrated Tranny' or somesuch. Anywho, here goes.
My door was bashed in at 0117hrs this AM, followed by a pair of pistol shots and some groaning. If you've ever opened your bedroom door and found a zombie staring at you from the other side of your living room, then you'll know EXACTLY how I felt. That it was holding what was left of the head of one of my favorite neighbors didn't sink in until later, blessedly. It lurched towards me and got my trusty kukri buried in its forehead for the trouble.
I didn't have time to think, as I was standing there in my nightgown and still half asleep. Try doing that while adrenaline floods your system, it's a hell of a ride. I grabbed some clothes and my keys and bolted for the door, then dashed back in to collect both guinea pigs, the neighbor's pistol and my knife. I'd no clue then what I was up against, and didn't want to leave the critters stranded OR be without the only weapons handy.
I had a full tank of fuel in the truck. Thank everything Holy that Crys had whacked me upside the head for leaving it sitting on 'E' the night before. Wherever you are now, hon, I hope it's either safe or the end was quick and painless. Both seem to be in short supply, outnumbered by the shuffling hungers wandering around. Every radio station I've hit is either playing an 'off the air' message, hissing dead or just playing streams of music with no dj breaks. And I'm off track, let me get my thoughts together.
Okay, so my name is Elisabeth and I'm right pissed off about this whole fraggin mess. I dunno whether it's some funky astral alignment or a military experiment run wild or what, but I've been chased most of the early AM by groaning flesh eaters and it's NOT been fun. Like for example, did you know that if you slam into a zombie at about 50 miles per that their torso and head will stick to your windshield and still be trying to gnaw through? *shudder* Considering I sat and watched 'Return of the Living Dead' last night for laughs I am SERIOUSLY NOT AMUSED BY THIS!!! ... ahem. As I was saying, the apartment complex looked like a lost cause; among the shufflers were several neighbors I recognized, which means it'd been going on for a bit and I'd slept (ACTUAL SLEEP!) through the beginings. The blackout drapes on my bedroom window probably saved my ass.
Aside from the pair I'm with we've not seen another soul out and about. I keep telling myself that most everyone else had the sense to stay inside, but then my ever-so-helpful brain starts supplying me with images of neighbors and friends shuffling around in a parking lot. I didn't have much of a choice about staying, though; my apartment was compromised from the word go. I'd almost kill for a news report. If this is just a local thing we can sit tight and wait it out.
It's just a bit past dawn now. I'm holed up in a food distribution warehouse in Jessup. With me is a kid named Claudia who's entirely too familiar with the .357Mag she picked up somewhere and a priest named Frank. Sounds like a Johnny Cash song. Anyway, Frank's eyes aren't great for distances so he's damned near useless for guard duty, so Claudia and I are doing shifts on the office landing. Courtesy of two local pawnshops and the WalMart in Columbia, all of them standing open and unguarded, we're armed to the teeth and prepared to burn down anything in our way. Frank's busy fieldstripping, cleaning and reloading the pieces we picked up; Who knew a Jesuit priest would also be an amatuer gunsmith. o.o
The wired phone's out, but the building is secure for the moment. From the office landing we can see all of the doors in. We've still got power, and my cellphone still works. I'm glad the charger was in the truck. I've not had any luck reaching anyone, but it's early yet. I've got people that theoretically should be reachable in Ohio, Illinois, Virginia and New York... but it's looking like I'm going to have to go up on the roof to get a signal.
And I swear if Claudia makes one more 'dinner' crack about my pigs I'm gonna toss her jailbait ass off the roof and let the zomboids have breakfast.
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