long day...
nothaving slept at all'smaking everything a bit blury. it's like a nightmare, which fits considering everything that's happened. i can't type very well, and this keyboard is...sticky, let's just say, so forgibve the typos--my mind may be exhausted, but i can still spot them, ha ha--but...ihave to get this out. i have to say...
...something. jen's asleep. thank god, i don't know how,but she's asleep, and i've never been more glad. we were tryiung to get to someplace southeast of here--mountains, maybe, i dunno--but we had to break north instead. we're holed up in the Belmont library now...
we made a break for it around three-thirty, when the moan had gotten loud enough that we coul;d hear it even withthe windows closedd. jen, jessand i watched the news reportsfrom washiongton adnd l.a. i hope everybody there isalright--looked lioke a slaughter from where we were standing. ihope everybody else lear4ned from that, or from the Tampa disaster--we were watching newsreports on that when the television signal conked out. cell phoneswere userful for a bit longerafter that--well,at least jess's and mine were. jens was pretty useless, so--Tmobile, if we get through this with an intact society, you've got a hellof a marketingcampaign. "zombie-proof." we're still able tog et through sometimes, but wedecided to stop calling people until we know moreabout what's goinhg on.
911 was busy. 130 inthe morning, and it was busy--although, we found out, it hadbeen going on for awhilethat night. they were coming from the river--the waterfront condos and other places were swarmed. that was xwhat my grandparents were saying. they're holed up in their building, or at least they were when the phone wentdead. wesaw some helicopter footage--there were all kinds of them all overthe place. some dumbasses tried tog et out of there and wrecked their cars in the parking lot. they were still burning whenthe tv went to emergencybars.
jess's cat Pickle had been sitting by thewindow in jess's room. her usual spot...
...around 230, we heardthye glass break, and Pickle wailing. the four of us were inthe basment, looking for weapons and listening to my clock radio. i got upstairs first--Pickle was already dead. it had brokenher neck right5 away, although i don't thi8nk that was what it was trying to do. it...didn't notice me at firstd, it was too busy eating, torso halfway in the window, legs sticking out... i had a hammer in my hand. the impactn rattled my funnybone something fierce, but i struck withthe claw side out. i hit it right in the nose--something cracked, i guess it was a sinus or something. i didn't break through the skull, so i could hear it still moaning as it fell backward, out the window.
i took one look at whatwas left of Pickle and knew we weren'tsafe.
shit--they're at the windows. more later...
...something. jen's asleep. thank god, i don't know how,but she's asleep, and i've never been more glad. we were tryiung to get to someplace southeast of here--mountains, maybe, i dunno--but we had to break north instead. we're holed up in the Belmont library now...
we made a break for it around three-thirty, when the moan had gotten loud enough that we coul;d hear it even withthe windows closedd. jen, jessand i watched the news reportsfrom washiongton adnd l.a. i hope everybody there isalright--looked lioke a slaughter from where we were standing. ihope everybody else lear4ned from that, or from the Tampa disaster--we were watching newsreports on that when the television signal conked out. cell phoneswere userful for a bit longerafter that--well,at least jess's and mine were. jens was pretty useless, so--Tmobile, if we get through this with an intact society, you've got a hellof a marketingcampaign. "zombie-proof." we're still able tog et through sometimes, but wedecided to stop calling people until we know moreabout what's goinhg on.
911 was busy. 130 inthe morning, and it was busy--although, we found out, it hadbeen going on for awhilethat night. they were coming from the river--the waterfront condos and other places were swarmed. that was xwhat my grandparents were saying. they're holed up in their building, or at least they were when the phone wentdead. wesaw some helicopter footage--there were all kinds of them all overthe place. some dumbasses tried tog et out of there and wrecked their cars in the parking lot. they were still burning whenthe tv went to emergencybars.
jess's cat Pickle had been sitting by thewindow in jess's room. her usual spot...
...around 230, we heardthye glass break, and Pickle wailing. the four of us were inthe basment, looking for weapons and listening to my clock radio. i got upstairs first--Pickle was already dead. it had brokenher neck right5 away, although i don't thi8nk that was what it was trying to do. it...didn't notice me at firstd, it was too busy eating, torso halfway in the window, legs sticking out... i had a hammer in my hand. the impactn rattled my funnybone something fierce, but i struck withthe claw side out. i hit it right in the nose--something cracked, i guess it was a sinus or something. i didn't break through the skull, so i could hear it still moaning as it fell backward, out the window.
i took one look at whatwas left of Pickle and knew we weren'tsafe.
shit--they're at the windows. more later...