![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabbitzilla*%&$*&^$&@&%(&!($&#@$*(*!$#$!!!
Damned shufflers managed to buckle the rolldoor on one end of the loading bay. Thank God Sandra and Frank were on their toes; he stood and mowed them down at his feet while Sandra dropped a palette of watermelons on 'em. The doors are braced in place now, ALL of the damned things, with stacked palettes with the sole exception of bay 3. There's a 40' reefer parked there, and thus far it's been secure. We've got the door down anyway, no sense in being overly trusting. It leaves us a half dozen other doors out but blockades all of the -large- doors. I'm wondering just how long we're going to be safe here. I -think- we're secure again, but everyone's rattled and edgy.
And we really need to find a pair of machine pistols for Frank, but damn is he hot on the trigger of those .44Mags. We need more guns. We need more ammo. What was that line from 'Jaws'? Something about needing a bigger boat. We need a damned cruise ship worth of ammo. We may need to try and make a break for it in the reefer rig. 'up' seems to be a direction the shufflers don't go, so we might be able to shimmy down the roof of the trailer and slip one of the truckers into the tractor; biggest I've ever driven was a solid body 35' stretch Lincoln, so I'm definitely out of my element. Jack said he saw that in a zombie flick and that it was more complicated than it looked, but that the shufflers in that film could actually -run-, so it might sort out anyway. Biggest problem would be handholds for the rest of us on the roof of the trailer.
I'm losing hope that this is an isolated thing. Having finally contacted Kiji and discovering that this is happening there too explains why the airwaves are empty. We caught a few moments of signal on the CB, but it was gone before I could grab the mic. And there've been voice posts on LJ from a trucker that I'm acquainted with, and this is going down where she is too. It sounds like she's got a bolt hole to get to, but since she's on the road and well out of my area I've got no real way to let her know there're others of us out here.
Have I mentioned yet that I'M REALLY GETTING PISSED OFF ABOUT THIS! There is no way in hell I'm gonna die in some food warehouse. But we need to figure out what we're doing and where we're heading before me make any moves towards bailing.
Damned shufflers managed to buckle the rolldoor on one end of the loading bay. Thank God Sandra and Frank were on their toes; he stood and mowed them down at his feet while Sandra dropped a palette of watermelons on 'em. The doors are braced in place now, ALL of the damned things, with stacked palettes with the sole exception of bay 3. There's a 40' reefer parked there, and thus far it's been secure. We've got the door down anyway, no sense in being overly trusting. It leaves us a half dozen other doors out but blockades all of the -large- doors. I'm wondering just how long we're going to be safe here. I -think- we're secure again, but everyone's rattled and edgy.
And we really need to find a pair of machine pistols for Frank, but damn is he hot on the trigger of those .44Mags. We need more guns. We need more ammo. What was that line from 'Jaws'? Something about needing a bigger boat. We need a damned cruise ship worth of ammo. We may need to try and make a break for it in the reefer rig. 'up' seems to be a direction the shufflers don't go, so we might be able to shimmy down the roof of the trailer and slip one of the truckers into the tractor; biggest I've ever driven was a solid body 35' stretch Lincoln, so I'm definitely out of my element. Jack said he saw that in a zombie flick and that it was more complicated than it looked, but that the shufflers in that film could actually -run-, so it might sort out anyway. Biggest problem would be handholds for the rest of us on the roof of the trailer.
I'm losing hope that this is an isolated thing. Having finally contacted Kiji and discovering that this is happening there too explains why the airwaves are empty. We caught a few moments of signal on the CB, but it was gone before I could grab the mic. And there've been voice posts on LJ from a trucker that I'm acquainted with, and this is going down where she is too. It sounds like she's got a bolt hole to get to, but since she's on the road and well out of my area I've got no real way to let her know there're others of us out here.
Have I mentioned yet that I'M REALLY GETTING PISSED OFF ABOUT THIS! There is no way in hell I'm gonna die in some food warehouse. But we need to figure out what we're doing and where we're heading before me make any moves towards bailing.
