THEY STOLE MY FREAKING LAPTOP ( Read more... )

Oh thank you, I’m back home. It’s going to be a good year before I ever leave the apartment again.

( Drama llama happened. )

So, from what I can tell, there are four kinds of people left around here.

The Living, AKA the ones with the guns in the malls acting like morons blowing everything up and raiding everything.

The Dead-Dead, AKA all the not-moving, rotting, festering and otherwise gross carcasses that are all over the damned place stinking the world up to high ( Read more... )

So when things like this happen, everyone has a story. Some people died, and that was their story, some people survived, and then there are a couple of us, we’re not quite sure what the heck our story is. We died, but we’re surviving. And then there are those that were just damned lucky ( Read more... )