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cabbitzillaWHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH PEOPLE??!
Hang on, I'm ahead of myself already. Wireless 'net is still up; near as I can figure there's an AP in the next building that may well be a cable modem. Conventional phone lines are apparently jammed and/or borked. As long as we have power for my laptop this can at least be keyed in. I've no friggin clue if it'll survive the day or if anyone's even SEEING it, but it's worth trying. Cell seems functional but the circuits are overloaded, which means it's a very cute little camera with lots of buttons.
Four more folks joined us, a handful of truckers that heard my rifle shots as I thinned things around one of the side doors. They'd been part of a group that'd tried to hole up at the truck stop up at the next traffic signal. As was demonstrated in Stephen King's Maximum Overdrive, a place with lots of glass isn't 'secure'. The group that made it to us are all that's left of a group of eleven. Right about the time they turned up Claudia started bitching about having to follow my 'unreasonable' orders. What the fsck is unreasonable about 'shoot the effing zombies so they don't eat us'?!
And then the ultimate in stupidity! About an hour ago, she and one of the truckers decided to make a bolt for one of the trucks in the lot... she was alone by the time she got to the semi, and was met there by the remains of the driver. I shot the ghoul as it lunged for her but was too late. Scratch one trucker and one stupid punk... and now the damned zombies have the entire building surrounded, having realized that there's food inside. Dammit, I did not fight my way past 40 to become zombie bait.
Frank's managed to overhaul the firearms we raided this morning, and all but one of them are usable. Mixed in with the lot was a Wildey pistol and a Chinese copy of the Russian SVD Dragunov sniper rifle. Mine. The rest was distributed to the others, leaving Frank with a brace of pistols. Since he can't see more than 15 feet or so without his glasses it was pointless to give him a rifle. Jack and Sandra (two of the truck drivers) both were packing .45's when they showed up, so we're all armed now, and are trying to figure out if we should hang tight here or try to get out. My vote goes to staying here, dammit; this place is defendable provided we keep watch. We've got a big-assed sign up on the roof now as well. One of the truckers said they did that in 'Land of the Dead' or something, and it seemed like a decent idea. We've also got a CB base station up and operating. Nobody's answered yet... I'm starting to wonder if we're all that's left in the area.
I'm going back up on the roof. I've got my laptop up there and can give my cell another try. I keep hoping I can reach someone. There's got to be a solution somewhere, we just have to find it, right? Fsck knowing what happened (until later, anyway), I'm more worried about living through this at this point. If I'm going down I'm gonna take a hell of a lot of these bastiches with me.
Hang on, I'm ahead of myself already. Wireless 'net is still up; near as I can figure there's an AP in the next building that may well be a cable modem. Conventional phone lines are apparently jammed and/or borked. As long as we have power for my laptop this can at least be keyed in. I've no friggin clue if it'll survive the day or if anyone's even SEEING it, but it's worth trying. Cell seems functional but the circuits are overloaded, which means it's a very cute little camera with lots of buttons.
Four more folks joined us, a handful of truckers that heard my rifle shots as I thinned things around one of the side doors. They'd been part of a group that'd tried to hole up at the truck stop up at the next traffic signal. As was demonstrated in Stephen King's Maximum Overdrive, a place with lots of glass isn't 'secure'. The group that made it to us are all that's left of a group of eleven. Right about the time they turned up Claudia started bitching about having to follow my 'unreasonable' orders. What the fsck is unreasonable about 'shoot the effing zombies so they don't eat us'?!
And then the ultimate in stupidity! About an hour ago, she and one of the truckers decided to make a bolt for one of the trucks in the lot... she was alone by the time she got to the semi, and was met there by the remains of the driver. I shot the ghoul as it lunged for her but was too late. Scratch one trucker and one stupid punk... and now the damned zombies have the entire building surrounded, having realized that there's food inside. Dammit, I did not fight my way past 40 to become zombie bait.
Frank's managed to overhaul the firearms we raided this morning, and all but one of them are usable. Mixed in with the lot was a Wildey pistol and a Chinese copy of the Russian SVD Dragunov sniper rifle. Mine. The rest was distributed to the others, leaving Frank with a brace of pistols. Since he can't see more than 15 feet or so without his glasses it was pointless to give him a rifle. Jack and Sandra (two of the truck drivers) both were packing .45's when they showed up, so we're all armed now, and are trying to figure out if we should hang tight here or try to get out. My vote goes to staying here, dammit; this place is defendable provided we keep watch. We've got a big-assed sign up on the roof now as well. One of the truckers said they did that in 'Land of the Dead' or something, and it seemed like a decent idea. We've also got a CB base station up and operating. Nobody's answered yet... I'm starting to wonder if we're all that's left in the area.
I'm going back up on the roof. I've got my laptop up there and can give my cell another try. I keep hoping I can reach someone. There's got to be a solution somewhere, we just have to find it, right? Fsck knowing what happened (until later, anyway), I'm more worried about living through this at this point. If I'm going down I'm gonna take a hell of a lot of these bastiches with me.
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Date: 2008-06-13 07:04 pm (UTC)Right now I'm about to leave to rendezvous with a bunch of other ren-folke at faire site. It's far enough out in the country that we'll be away from the crowds and it's easily defensible. Not to mention the nice stock of black powder and the working cannon.
There's wi-fi there, so we'll update you from someone's laptop once we're there.
Kick some zombie faces in, babe! Be safe!