now i'm herdlike, quick & dirty
couldn't get a hold of my boss. i hope he's holed up in his fortress with the animals keeping the threat at bay.
i owed it to bridgitte to make our lunch date, so i hurried through the side streets to miss the chaotic traffic and make it to honey's kettle in culver city. she sat outside with her 3 month old baby girl, acacia, patiently waiting for me to arrive. There weren't many around just yet, so business carried on as usual in downtown culver, as the angelenos stood in defiance of the pending doom.
"don't they know who i am?"
witnessing a few lumbering slowly down the sidewalk from sony, i could only presume the lot was lost. it was only a matter of time before the restaurants would have to close their doors and barricade their windows. bridg wasn't worried in the least, "i'm not going to let some silly crisis affect our 5 years of catching up. if you can get the food, i'll keep them at bay."
a large group of what could be described as church ladies enjoyed an afternoon luncheon inside. their order delayed ours, but finally, food in hand, i walked back out into the fray. they were coming up from the culver lot now. acacia fussed, not liking her mommy enjoying lunch with an old friend. bridg held her in one hand as she ate with the other.
"they're coming closer," i mumbled through a mouthful of honey soaked biscuit. bridgitte shuffled through her bag in acacia's stroller and pulled out a bottle of pet spray, the kind that keeps the dogs and cats off couches and away from places they shouldn't be near. she tossed it to me. "make a circle," she said.
i sprayed copious amounts of pet spray in a large circle around our table, then returned to eating. we talked like we used to, the kind of dialogue with a friend that could go on for hours and hours.
one of them ambled toward us, eyeing the crispy chicken wing in my hand, or is it my juicy arm that's holding it? it stopped abruptly as it hit the circle i created around us and mewled sadly through its disgusted olfaction. it opted for a passerby, so involved in his hotcake wrapped chicken finger, he realized too late the thing wanted a bite of him and not his tasty vittles. he yelped as the thing tore into his skin.
we took no notice as we talked about how much we've grown over the years and how content we are now. around us, the streets quieted as the humans withdraw. only the straggling fresh dead surrounded the area, but they avoided us as unsavory meat. acacia slept as we continued our chat. the sun shone, and the only distractions were the falling blooms from the trees overhead into our hair and clothes.
"what time is it?"
"3:30."
"oh, man, i should get her home."
we continued talking as bridg strapped acacia in her stroller and armed herself with the spray. as we walked along, she occasionally sprayed when a thing drew near or crossed our path. they cringed and immediately turned away from the foulness with which we clouded ourselves. i left her and the wee one at starbucks for a coffee fix, keeping my eyes peeled and flitting quickly to my car since i lacked the wonder drug.
safely in my car, i nearly had a heart attack as one of them threw themselves against my driver side window. i peeled out of the space and shot back through the neighborhood streets all the way home, only stopping for lights, and thankfully avoiding any further confrontations.
as i drove through my neighborhood i noticed more bodies than usual on the sidewalks. great. melrose and the grove must be completely tainted. i am trapped. as i ran to my back door in my thankfully empty parking area, i heard a moaning coming from next door's open back door. i presumed abram, who has been working over there all day, has succumbed. i did not stupidly go over to see if he was in fact truly injured and not the walking dead. self-preservation is key.
now i am trapped in this apartment, and i realize i would be safer in my car. great - the copters are swarming overhead. i would be safer anywhere but here, this barely kept together first floor shack. i already miss bridgitte and her safety net. i hope they don't get a whiff through all the various open nooks and crannies of the human sitting here sweating in fear. i have no pet spray.
bliteotw
i owed it to bridgitte to make our lunch date, so i hurried through the side streets to miss the chaotic traffic and make it to honey's kettle in culver city. she sat outside with her 3 month old baby girl, acacia, patiently waiting for me to arrive. There weren't many around just yet, so business carried on as usual in downtown culver, as the angelenos stood in defiance of the pending doom.
"don't they know who i am?"
witnessing a few lumbering slowly down the sidewalk from sony, i could only presume the lot was lost. it was only a matter of time before the restaurants would have to close their doors and barricade their windows. bridg wasn't worried in the least, "i'm not going to let some silly crisis affect our 5 years of catching up. if you can get the food, i'll keep them at bay."
a large group of what could be described as church ladies enjoyed an afternoon luncheon inside. their order delayed ours, but finally, food in hand, i walked back out into the fray. they were coming up from the culver lot now. acacia fussed, not liking her mommy enjoying lunch with an old friend. bridg held her in one hand as she ate with the other.
"they're coming closer," i mumbled through a mouthful of honey soaked biscuit. bridgitte shuffled through her bag in acacia's stroller and pulled out a bottle of pet spray, the kind that keeps the dogs and cats off couches and away from places they shouldn't be near. she tossed it to me. "make a circle," she said.
i sprayed copious amounts of pet spray in a large circle around our table, then returned to eating. we talked like we used to, the kind of dialogue with a friend that could go on for hours and hours.
one of them ambled toward us, eyeing the crispy chicken wing in my hand, or is it my juicy arm that's holding it? it stopped abruptly as it hit the circle i created around us and mewled sadly through its disgusted olfaction. it opted for a passerby, so involved in his hotcake wrapped chicken finger, he realized too late the thing wanted a bite of him and not his tasty vittles. he yelped as the thing tore into his skin.
we took no notice as we talked about how much we've grown over the years and how content we are now. around us, the streets quieted as the humans withdraw. only the straggling fresh dead surrounded the area, but they avoided us as unsavory meat. acacia slept as we continued our chat. the sun shone, and the only distractions were the falling blooms from the trees overhead into our hair and clothes.
"what time is it?"
"3:30."
"oh, man, i should get her home."
we continued talking as bridg strapped acacia in her stroller and armed herself with the spray. as we walked along, she occasionally sprayed when a thing drew near or crossed our path. they cringed and immediately turned away from the foulness with which we clouded ourselves. i left her and the wee one at starbucks for a coffee fix, keeping my eyes peeled and flitting quickly to my car since i lacked the wonder drug.
safely in my car, i nearly had a heart attack as one of them threw themselves against my driver side window. i peeled out of the space and shot back through the neighborhood streets all the way home, only stopping for lights, and thankfully avoiding any further confrontations.
as i drove through my neighborhood i noticed more bodies than usual on the sidewalks. great. melrose and the grove must be completely tainted. i am trapped. as i ran to my back door in my thankfully empty parking area, i heard a moaning coming from next door's open back door. i presumed abram, who has been working over there all day, has succumbed. i did not stupidly go over to see if he was in fact truly injured and not the walking dead. self-preservation is key.
now i am trapped in this apartment, and i realize i would be safer in my car. great - the copters are swarming overhead. i would be safer anywhere but here, this barely kept together first floor shack. i already miss bridgitte and her safety net. i hope they don't get a whiff through all the various open nooks and crannies of the human sitting here sweating in fear. i have no pet spray.
bliteotw