After Waking up
So, when I woke up the next day, yeah. Took a shower that I really needed, but do you know how hard it is to clean up dried blood? Especially out of hair.
Still. So I figured out what got sacked from my place, and then went to call the cops. 911 doesn't even so much as pick up. TV has the emergency broadcast signal on, but at least I could check the internet. Imagine my reaction when the news is talking about people getting up after dieing. Blogs and all kinds of things. Vids and pics and everything...
So I figure I might as well figure out what's going on in my building. It's only four stories, but the place is long, so there are a couple apartments. Most of the doors are open or unlocked. Well heck yeah, one of the people is a big sword collector. I pick myself up one that looks sturdy enough. New York has laws about unsharpened blades, but from the looks of things, this guy didn't much pay attention to that one...
So now I have a new toy. Yeah yeah, about all the people having guns. Hey, if any of those dead heads come wandering in, at least I can drive them off. Not like I need to worry about much, apparently.
So the next couple of days all I really ended up doing was ganking stuff from the other apartments. Came across a couple dead-dead people, and some not-so-dead people. All the not-so-dead ones were pretty sickly looking, so I left the doors open. They didn't really bother me, they just kind of watched and then left after I did.
Raided fridges. Damn, some people pack away like they knew the end was coming. Tons of frozen food. Been doing a lot of experimentation since then. Veggies and fruits, don't sit so well with me, but the meats are all fine, so long as I don't cook them too much. I like my stuff well-done, but apparently the digestive system has changed its tune. I can only take it from anywhere between rare to mooing now. Trust me, I use a ton of marinade before I eat any of it. Haven't gotten e.coli from anything after a couple weeks of this, so I can only guess why. Yeah. Right. :-P
Anyways, time to turn in. Staring at the lappy with the lights off is hurting my eyes. Don't want any surprise raids from unwelcome people who think I might be one of them still. Last thing I want is a lead present between the eyes. I've seen what people do to the dumb ones. It's really sick. But I guess they gotta survive somehow, right?
I just hope one of those dead-dead ones doesn't end up being me just going for a walk in the wrong place...
Still. So I figured out what got sacked from my place, and then went to call the cops. 911 doesn't even so much as pick up. TV has the emergency broadcast signal on, but at least I could check the internet. Imagine my reaction when the news is talking about people getting up after dieing. Blogs and all kinds of things. Vids and pics and everything...
So I figure I might as well figure out what's going on in my building. It's only four stories, but the place is long, so there are a couple apartments. Most of the doors are open or unlocked. Well heck yeah, one of the people is a big sword collector. I pick myself up one that looks sturdy enough. New York has laws about unsharpened blades, but from the looks of things, this guy didn't much pay attention to that one...
So now I have a new toy. Yeah yeah, about all the people having guns. Hey, if any of those dead heads come wandering in, at least I can drive them off. Not like I need to worry about much, apparently.
So the next couple of days all I really ended up doing was ganking stuff from the other apartments. Came across a couple dead-dead people, and some not-so-dead people. All the not-so-dead ones were pretty sickly looking, so I left the doors open. They didn't really bother me, they just kind of watched and then left after I did.
Raided fridges. Damn, some people pack away like they knew the end was coming. Tons of frozen food. Been doing a lot of experimentation since then. Veggies and fruits, don't sit so well with me, but the meats are all fine, so long as I don't cook them too much. I like my stuff well-done, but apparently the digestive system has changed its tune. I can only take it from anywhere between rare to mooing now. Trust me, I use a ton of marinade before I eat any of it. Haven't gotten e.coli from anything after a couple weeks of this, so I can only guess why. Yeah. Right. :-P
Anyways, time to turn in. Staring at the lappy with the lights off is hurting my eyes. Don't want any surprise raids from unwelcome people who think I might be one of them still. Last thing I want is a lead present between the eyes. I've seen what people do to the dumb ones. It's really sick. But I guess they gotta survive somehow, right?
I just hope one of those dead-dead ones doesn't end up being me just going for a walk in the wrong place...