God of Thunder and Rock'n'Roll (archmage) wrote,
God of Thunder and Rock'n'Roll
archmage

first chance i've had to write. everything's crazy. dunno how long I can hold out. I'm holed up in the attic space of my place. upside: easy and quick access to power, water; far enough off the ground that small sounds don't attract attention; only one way in, easily blocked/defended. downside: only one entrance.

we're close enough to stores, so scavenging food isn't an issue yet. still gotta be careful. never know when one of the bastards will come around a corner or be waiting in a shadow.

was downtown when the news broke. saw the first ones shortly afterwards, walking up the street, crowds running and screaming in front of them. funny, so slow moving and yet, they still get ya. Stayed calm, guess i've seen too many horror movies. knew i had to stock up, hit the store. chaos and pandemonium, which helped, since no one was paying for anything. Just grab what you need, shove people out of your way and go. took a moment to laugh at people, grabbing steaks and chicken. stuff will go bad, soon enough, then they're fucked. grabbed a shitload of canned soup, cereal, cookies, and kool-aid.

started for home, and the greed hit me. shouldn't have, but it did. fuckin' wal-mart was a warzone. some guy pulled pistols on me, dunno why. knocked him out with a pipe I'd been holding, took his guns, plus a few more in his giant fucking SUV. almost left then, but had the idea that i'd always wanted a laptop. grabbed one and ran.

odd, but the hardware store was pretty quiet. ran into a couple of the things back by the paint isle. left the guns in the car, but turns out their heads squish pretty good when whapped with a 2x4. grabbed a shitload of lumber and stuff and headed for the house.

unplugged everything, boarded it all up. reinforced the doors and windows. ran extensions up to the crawlspace, took in a lamp, radio, the food and guns, some rope, the laptop. i can just see out the vents. luckily, this isn't a packed neighbourhood. not many people around. not many of those things around, either.

phone's still working, dunno for how long. thank you, automatic systems. cable's still up and running, too, hence the blog. sometimes, there's a scratching sound outside, no real voices, though. if i don't hear my name called, i'm not moving, not for a while yet.

funny, now that it's happening, i find it hard to actually say "zombie." seems so obvious. guess i'll see if i learned anything from all those horror movies.
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