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It still feels like I'm trapped in a horror movie. Not a good one, either. A B-rated slasher flick, maybe.
I'm safe for the moment, guys. They got in, but we got out, and it seems like the entire neighborhood is bunked down here at Wal-Mart, of all places. This isn't the most defensible city in the world--whose idea was it to build a city on flood land, anyway?--so in a place with two military outposts in the city itself the most defensible building is nevertheless Wal-freaking-mart.
I'm tired and stressed and way past scared.
My laptop is back at the house and quite likely in their hands by now. If they even have an interest in laptops. I'd kind of like to hope that they don't and that when this is all over I'll have it back. I'm writing to you guys from one of the store computers; Wal-Mart employees are apparently trained in apocalypses of all kinds, and it's in the procedure to stay as contactable as possible, so they're running interference to keep the nets up.
They've also stocked us up with guns for those who know how to use them, and for those of us who don't, water guns from the toys section, reloaded with soda, saltwater, and holy water.
I'm serious. Wal-Mart thinks of everything.
GUYS. If you haven't found a safe place yet, FIND ONE. I don't care if it's a military outpost, a superstore, or a bunker. I need to know you guys are safe.
i have to go. It's my turn to guard the east entrance. I'll check back in as soon as I can, promise.
If they don't kill you this'll make you stronger, but if they kill you you'll be dead,
Chica
I'm safe for the moment, guys. They got in, but we got out, and it seems like the entire neighborhood is bunked down here at Wal-Mart, of all places. This isn't the most defensible city in the world--whose idea was it to build a city on flood land, anyway?--so in a place with two military outposts in the city itself the most defensible building is nevertheless Wal-freaking-mart.
I'm tired and stressed and way past scared.
My laptop is back at the house and quite likely in their hands by now. If they even have an interest in laptops. I'd kind of like to hope that they don't and that when this is all over I'll have it back. I'm writing to you guys from one of the store computers; Wal-Mart employees are apparently trained in apocalypses of all kinds, and it's in the procedure to stay as contactable as possible, so they're running interference to keep the nets up.
They've also stocked us up with guns for those who know how to use them, and for those of us who don't, water guns from the toys section, reloaded with soda, saltwater, and holy water.
I'm serious. Wal-Mart thinks of everything.
GUYS. If you haven't found a safe place yet, FIND ONE. I don't care if it's a military outpost, a superstore, or a bunker. I need to know you guys are safe.
i have to go. It's my turn to guard the east entrance. I'll check back in as soon as I can, promise.
If they don't kill you this'll make you stronger, but if they kill you you'll be dead,
Chica