[blog like it's the end of the world]
Oh god, oh god. Okay. Slow down, Jay.
I have a nailgun. And the requisite nail strips. Assorted wrenches to throw, and a gas-powered chainsaw. You have any idea how hard it is to walk down the halls of a school with that in one of the daycare program's little red wagons, and not arouse suspicion?
Yeah.
I think the kids figured it was just Miss Jen being silly.
I also now have a classroom full of terrified children.
Nobody came to pick up their kids. Well. Let me back up a minute. I was boarding up the windows, right. My due diligence. Thinking I'm just going to be in here by myself. And the door flies open and I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE but it was just a pack of kids who wanted to say "have a nice summer" to their favourite computer teacher.
(me, guys. me.)
I was just about to board up the door (and it surprises me that nobody else seems to be concerned with fortification. This is an insanely Christian school. They thing this is the second goddamn coming, and they're just lining up to go to heaven. Well. We'll just see who comes knocking when the power goes out, won't we.). And in stream even more kids. I think they know what's up. In fact, I'm pretty sure they do.
I was trying to peep through a gap in the boarded-up windows, and there are no parents. No guardians. No staffers outside; only the cars in the parking lot. Its like a ghost town, outside. No sirens, even. No lights.
Just me. In this lab. People upstairs filling out paperwork. Kids standing in the halls. Teachers completely fucking oblivious, except for me.
I don't know what's scarier. The fact that we're all going to die in a few hours, or that we're all going to die in a few hours and I seem to be the only one who cares.
And the kids. Oh god, the kids. At least, I stopped this group from going outside. But now we're in here -- there's no food in the lab, except for a few Powerbars and some unpopped microwave popcorn. We have a first-aid kit. But now I'm in charge of them. There've got to be ... about 27 kids in here. And me. And the front office thinks I've lost my mind. I think the receptionist is calling the police. Good fucking luck with that.
I'm no hero, guys. I don't know what I'm going to do next. But if it comes down to it, I'm the one with the weapons, and nobody's going to take me or these children alive. I goddamn promise you I WILL KILL EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US IN HERE IF I SEE A FUCKING ZOMBIE.
...gotta go... I think that was the fire alarm.
I have a nailgun. And the requisite nail strips. Assorted wrenches to throw, and a gas-powered chainsaw. You have any idea how hard it is to walk down the halls of a school with that in one of the daycare program's little red wagons, and not arouse suspicion?
Yeah.
I think the kids figured it was just Miss Jen being silly.
I also now have a classroom full of terrified children.
Nobody came to pick up their kids. Well. Let me back up a minute. I was boarding up the windows, right. My due diligence. Thinking I'm just going to be in here by myself. And the door flies open and I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE but it was just a pack of kids who wanted to say "have a nice summer" to their favourite computer teacher.
(me, guys. me.)
I was just about to board up the door (and it surprises me that nobody else seems to be concerned with fortification. This is an insanely Christian school. They thing this is the second goddamn coming, and they're just lining up to go to heaven. Well. We'll just see who comes knocking when the power goes out, won't we.). And in stream even more kids. I think they know what's up. In fact, I'm pretty sure they do.
I was trying to peep through a gap in the boarded-up windows, and there are no parents. No guardians. No staffers outside; only the cars in the parking lot. Its like a ghost town, outside. No sirens, even. No lights.
Just me. In this lab. People upstairs filling out paperwork. Kids standing in the halls. Teachers completely fucking oblivious, except for me.
I don't know what's scarier. The fact that we're all going to die in a few hours, or that we're all going to die in a few hours and I seem to be the only one who cares.
And the kids. Oh god, the kids. At least, I stopped this group from going outside. But now we're in here -- there's no food in the lab, except for a few Powerbars and some unpopped microwave popcorn. We have a first-aid kit. But now I'm in charge of them. There've got to be ... about 27 kids in here. And me. And the front office thinks I've lost my mind. I think the receptionist is calling the police. Good fucking luck with that.
I'm no hero, guys. I don't know what I'm going to do next. But if it comes down to it, I'm the one with the weapons, and nobody's going to take me or these children alive. I goddamn promise you I WILL KILL EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US IN HERE IF I SEE A FUCKING ZOMBIE.
...gotta go... I think that was the fire alarm.