In Which I Fear This May Be The End...
Phone lines don't seem to work... I don't think they're DOWN, I think they're just overloaded. I hear things like that happen on Mother's Day and crap when people are making lots of phone calls. Power and internet are still on... obviously.
Cellphones seem to be out, however. eternalnomad7, I'm okay... for now, at least. From reading ainslye's journal, it seems... well, it seems like my oldest friend is gone. Hell, I may be gone, too, in a little while. We dont' exactly keep a whole lot of food on hand, here. About 90 minutes ago, James took a maul hammer and smashed open the glass on the vending machine. That should help us, for a while.
We've all got weapons made out of whatever tools and stuff happen to be in the store. Brett's keeping a shovel, James created his own armaments out of 3/4 galvanized pipe and fittings (it looks like a long metal staff with a hammer head on both ends, except really crude). I'm keeping the big pipe wrench with me... it still has the blood from that zombie I had to smash. And yes, the zombie is still laying there; we don't know if it's safe to touch it to move it. We covered it with a tarp. That's funny... Brett was complaining about getting those tarps into stock. Said we'd never sell any.
It's strange... any other day, I'd be wishing every minute that I could get out of this building. Now, I'm spending every minute hoping I can stay safe, in here. Funny how a zombie apocalypse changes your outlook on things, doesn't it?
Cellphones seem to be out, however. eternalnomad7, I'm okay... for now, at least. From reading ainslye's journal, it seems... well, it seems like my oldest friend is gone. Hell, I may be gone, too, in a little while. We dont' exactly keep a whole lot of food on hand, here. About 90 minutes ago, James took a maul hammer and smashed open the glass on the vending machine. That should help us, for a while.
We've all got weapons made out of whatever tools and stuff happen to be in the store. Brett's keeping a shovel, James created his own armaments out of 3/4 galvanized pipe and fittings (it looks like a long metal staff with a hammer head on both ends, except really crude). I'm keeping the big pipe wrench with me... it still has the blood from that zombie I had to smash. And yes, the zombie is still laying there; we don't know if it's safe to touch it to move it. We covered it with a tarp. That's funny... Brett was complaining about getting those tarps into stock. Said we'd never sell any.
It's strange... any other day, I'd be wishing every minute that I could get out of this building. Now, I'm spending every minute hoping I can stay safe, in here. Funny how a zombie apocalypse changes your outlook on things, doesn't it?