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Look, maybe people aren't going to believe this, because, you know, I am sort of obsessed with them (GODDAMN YOU, THE SECRET!!!), and maybe, I did send too many people that fake news article about this happening in Cambodia, but, look, there's a fucking zombie outside my door. I'm fortunate that it's a sturdy door made of steel, but I worry that it won't hold up long enough.
Much of his face is eaten off (there must be more of them somewhere in the building) so I can't quite tell, but I think he's probably my neighbor from downstairs. I've seen him a few times in the stairways and the height seems to fit. He doesn't live with anyone, I don't think. Who could have bitten him?
What's more, I'm looking out my window and I can clearly see four of them (and who knows how many others just wandering around). I'm worried that a car is going to hit one of them, think they're a living person and stop to help. My friend stopped me from bringing my personal defense table to my new apartment, so I don't even have a weapon. I'm clutching a frying pan right now but I have to wonder how much damage it can possibly do. It's not cast iron or anything.
My next plan, I think, is going to have to be to take this thing on (with a frying pan. I know, it's like I'm Princess fucking Peach or something). Or wait until my roommate comes home to distract this thing. Both plans seem risky. The first to my own health, the second to hers. When I get to the ground floor, I'll head to the suburbs via subway tunnel (this apartment will be a death trap in a few hours. I see two more out the window) and, assuming they haven't all been taken, I'll secure a boat on Long Island.
She's not answering her phone. Maybe it's moot....
Look, this post is just to let you all know that if they're here in the city, they're going to be everywhere soon. There are too many people here and too few open spaces for folks to get away. Expect a million of these by morning. If I'm in that crowd, take me out without hesitation. I have to believe you'll be doing me a favor. Remember, nice and hard swing to the head. Run for the country.
Much of his face is eaten off (there must be more of them somewhere in the building) so I can't quite tell, but I think he's probably my neighbor from downstairs. I've seen him a few times in the stairways and the height seems to fit. He doesn't live with anyone, I don't think. Who could have bitten him?
What's more, I'm looking out my window and I can clearly see four of them (and who knows how many others just wandering around). I'm worried that a car is going to hit one of them, think they're a living person and stop to help. My friend stopped me from bringing my personal defense table to my new apartment, so I don't even have a weapon. I'm clutching a frying pan right now but I have to wonder how much damage it can possibly do. It's not cast iron or anything.
My next plan, I think, is going to have to be to take this thing on (with a frying pan. I know, it's like I'm Princess fucking Peach or something). Or wait until my roommate comes home to distract this thing. Both plans seem risky. The first to my own health, the second to hers. When I get to the ground floor, I'll head to the suburbs via subway tunnel (this apartment will be a death trap in a few hours. I see two more out the window) and, assuming they haven't all been taken, I'll secure a boat on Long Island.
She's not answering her phone. Maybe it's moot....
Look, this post is just to let you all know that if they're here in the city, they're going to be everywhere soon. There are too many people here and too few open spaces for folks to get away. Expect a million of these by morning. If I'm in that crowd, take me out without hesitation. I have to believe you'll be doing me a favor. Remember, nice and hard swing to the head. Run for the country.