so this is it
The backup generator has about twenty more minutes on it. When it goes down, I will too. I'd tell you why, but since this is the last time I'll ever write, I'll skip the why's and go to the what-the-fuck-happened's.
I can't believe this is the last time I'll feel a keyboard.
It started last night--really started, I mean, at the club. We were celebrating Reid's birthday--fuck. I can't believe he's gone. This whole day has been something out of hell.
He was dancing with this boy. Krista and I kept away; we didn't want to mess with his mojo. They danced for like two hours. Some people at the club were drunk (so we thought) and stumbling around, and there had been a lot of shouting and running, but we figured it was because of the game.
It was midnight and we had to get Reid home, so we made our way over to where he and the boy had been--the thing had fucking killed and eaten him while they "danced." I will never forget that sight.
I wish I could say I killed it, but all I could do was try not to throw up and drag Krista away. I don't know how many people noticed there were fucking zombies in the club. We should maybe have warned people, but all we could do was try to get home. When we got to the car, I was crying so hard I could barely see. We ran over something on the highway; I fucking hope it was one of them.
We got home and collapsed into bed in the basement.
I don't know, I kind of hoped it was a bad dream and just went to sleep. I'm just glad I closed the door. We woke up at noon because my zombified sister was breaking down the basement door. I looked into her face and--I've read all the zombie books, you know? I thought I was ready. But no fucking way could I kill the thing that used to be my sister. I just couldn't.
I don't know where she got it. Krista and I somehow got past her and ran up to the kitchen and got breadknives. We grabbed some food and just got outside. My mom was on the living room floor, half-eaten. I don't know where my dad was.
Nine more minutes on the generator. Then the lights go out, the doors lock permanently, and I wait like a fucking slice of meat in a tin.
One wish: to see the sky again before I die. It was a clear night when I ran in here; I wish I'd taken more time to look at it.
Seven minutes to go.
I can't--I wish I hadn't wasted this week. There was sunshine. There was zombie-free streets. There was Reid.
I want to know who's okay. I hope Karl is, I hope my family is, I hope Hannah is, I hope Jenny is, I hope Krista is--I don't know what happened to her after we got separated in the riot by the Meijer. I tried to find her, I swear I did, but zombies were everywhere. I don't know if the last six hours were worth me abandoning a friend to chance and hope like that. Maybe they weren't.
Five minutes left. I better start thinking up famous last words.
From what little I've seen on the net (didn't want to waste too much generator time) this is happening all over the world. Please, please, please let my family and friends be okay. Please.
I have a couple of regrets, I guess. My biggest one is that I didn't fight harder to save anyone. I couldn't save anyone. I couldn't save Reid, or my family, or Krista. I couldn't even save myself.
Four minutes left connected to the world. Should I lie back and think of England?
Three minutes left on the generator. I'm going to play my favorite song, and then I'm going to meditate. I believe in fate, and now's the time for me to prove it.
I love you all. Goodbye, and good luck.
I can't believe this is the last time I'll feel a keyboard.
It started last night--really started, I mean, at the club. We were celebrating Reid's birthday--fuck. I can't believe he's gone. This whole day has been something out of hell.
He was dancing with this boy. Krista and I kept away; we didn't want to mess with his mojo. They danced for like two hours. Some people at the club were drunk (so we thought) and stumbling around, and there had been a lot of shouting and running, but we figured it was because of the game.
It was midnight and we had to get Reid home, so we made our way over to where he and the boy had been--the thing had fucking killed and eaten him while they "danced." I will never forget that sight.
I wish I could say I killed it, but all I could do was try not to throw up and drag Krista away. I don't know how many people noticed there were fucking zombies in the club. We should maybe have warned people, but all we could do was try to get home. When we got to the car, I was crying so hard I could barely see. We ran over something on the highway; I fucking hope it was one of them.
We got home and collapsed into bed in the basement.
I don't know, I kind of hoped it was a bad dream and just went to sleep. I'm just glad I closed the door. We woke up at noon because my zombified sister was breaking down the basement door. I looked into her face and--I've read all the zombie books, you know? I thought I was ready. But no fucking way could I kill the thing that used to be my sister. I just couldn't.
I don't know where she got it. Krista and I somehow got past her and ran up to the kitchen and got breadknives. We grabbed some food and just got outside. My mom was on the living room floor, half-eaten. I don't know where my dad was.
Nine more minutes on the generator. Then the lights go out, the doors lock permanently, and I wait like a fucking slice of meat in a tin.
One wish: to see the sky again before I die. It was a clear night when I ran in here; I wish I'd taken more time to look at it.
Seven minutes to go.
I can't--I wish I hadn't wasted this week. There was sunshine. There was zombie-free streets. There was Reid.
I want to know who's okay. I hope Karl is, I hope my family is, I hope Hannah is, I hope Jenny is, I hope Krista is--I don't know what happened to her after we got separated in the riot by the Meijer. I tried to find her, I swear I did, but zombies were everywhere. I don't know if the last six hours were worth me abandoning a friend to chance and hope like that. Maybe they weren't.
Five minutes left. I better start thinking up famous last words.
From what little I've seen on the net (didn't want to waste too much generator time) this is happening all over the world. Please, please, please let my family and friends be okay. Please.
I have a couple of regrets, I guess. My biggest one is that I didn't fight harder to save anyone. I couldn't save anyone. I couldn't save Reid, or my family, or Krista. I couldn't even save myself.
Four minutes left connected to the world. Should I lie back and think of England?
Three minutes left on the generator. I'm going to play my favorite song, and then I'm going to meditate. I believe in fate, and now's the time for me to prove it.
I love you all. Goodbye, and good luck.