My work place is killing me... Zombies...
I was at work when it happened. Y'know those great, big glass windows that most stores have in the front? oh dear gods you could see every gut that was exposed. Some of them had really swollen stomachs, and a few were still eating someon-something. The doors barely kept the stench out. We managed to barricade the doors. Lost a few customers who were too slow or too oblivious to run, but well, I don't think they are in any shape to complain. We had to throw the one lady who was just screaming and screaming and screaming out the emergency exit as bait to get an idea of how fast they were.
We gave up the ideas about running to our cars after that. Those things are fast... The only blessing is that she was unconscious when we threw her out there.
The sad thing? After that woman was gone - we're talking full blown hysterics and breakdown. She was trying to pick up one of the cash registers and throw it at the zombies. One of the guys tackled her. She just snapped so completely... Was going to throw the computer threw the window. Even after they got her away from the computers, she kept trying to break the glass, to kill them before they got us...
Once she was gone... dear lords above, we killed her... the sound... That zombie sound... the moaning... was just horrid... And how horrid am I that I'm glad it was her and not me? That I wasn't the one to breakdown... There's time enough for that when we know we're safe...
The music guy finally decided to crank up some tunes although I'm not sure "It's the end of the world as we know it" by REM was really the thing to play, but it was loud enough that we finally snapped out of our panic. Our receiving guy got up on the roof and had us tie whatever we could think of to signal the army planes he kept seeing.
I wisely stuck to optimism and decided NOT to remind people of how it ended with the army dropping bombs in Night of the Living Dead... or one of the other zombie flicks.
Toilet paper rolls on the roof - the thinking was that the zombies couldn't pull themselves up with the perforated TP - apparently got some guys attention and there was a megaphoney voice saying help was on the way.
Too bad he didn't say when.
We started piling boxes of books up around the doors and windows and getting all but 'brave' individuals on the roof. I hope they don't fire me for grabbing what copies of 'Zombie Survival Guide' as well as the country living stuff we had. I wasn't the only one who nicked stuff, but at least I didn't take the latest Glamour and Cosmo... I tried to go with useful.
The army guys came just after the last one of us climbed up the ladder to the roof. They managed to 'sweep the area - clear', but I didn't want to watch. I could hear the guns firing, but it also sounded like fire hoses. I've never been so glad to see drab, olive green in my life. They even checked out our cars to make sure no one would break down on the ride home. They'd been moving east to west, so my drive home was uneventful, thankfully... Others had to stay with the army guys.
Hubby hasn't called, though. I don't see his car. I haven't heard anything from him or outside... I'm keeping my bow and arrows near me at all times, though. The army guys warned us there might be a few more lurking around... with that open field behind me, I'm not taking any chances. I wish I had the code for the gun case.
If anything happens to me tonight, and someone cares to have them, my books are yours. The really useful ones will probably be my gardening books, as well as my ID ones. The Ethnobotany ones will tell you how to use the local plants, how to prepare them safely. If anything happens to supply lines, I don't know what winter's going to be like, but we have time to prepare. Going to make sure I gather up every and all seeds and place them near the books people will need.
I hear them moaning again... I don't know if its memory or real... Dammit all Hubby, where the hell are you?
We gave up the ideas about running to our cars after that. Those things are fast... The only blessing is that she was unconscious when we threw her out there.
The sad thing? After that woman was gone - we're talking full blown hysterics and breakdown. She was trying to pick up one of the cash registers and throw it at the zombies. One of the guys tackled her. She just snapped so completely... Was going to throw the computer threw the window. Even after they got her away from the computers, she kept trying to break the glass, to kill them before they got us...
Once she was gone... dear lords above, we killed her... the sound... That zombie sound... the moaning... was just horrid... And how horrid am I that I'm glad it was her and not me? That I wasn't the one to breakdown... There's time enough for that when we know we're safe...
The music guy finally decided to crank up some tunes although I'm not sure "It's the end of the world as we know it" by REM was really the thing to play, but it was loud enough that we finally snapped out of our panic. Our receiving guy got up on the roof and had us tie whatever we could think of to signal the army planes he kept seeing.
I wisely stuck to optimism and decided NOT to remind people of how it ended with the army dropping bombs in Night of the Living Dead... or one of the other zombie flicks.
Toilet paper rolls on the roof - the thinking was that the zombies couldn't pull themselves up with the perforated TP - apparently got some guys attention and there was a megaphoney voice saying help was on the way.
Too bad he didn't say when.
We started piling boxes of books up around the doors and windows and getting all but 'brave' individuals on the roof. I hope they don't fire me for grabbing what copies of 'Zombie Survival Guide' as well as the country living stuff we had. I wasn't the only one who nicked stuff, but at least I didn't take the latest Glamour and Cosmo... I tried to go with useful.
The army guys came just after the last one of us climbed up the ladder to the roof. They managed to 'sweep the area - clear', but I didn't want to watch. I could hear the guns firing, but it also sounded like fire hoses. I've never been so glad to see drab, olive green in my life. They even checked out our cars to make sure no one would break down on the ride home. They'd been moving east to west, so my drive home was uneventful, thankfully... Others had to stay with the army guys.
Hubby hasn't called, though. I don't see his car. I haven't heard anything from him or outside... I'm keeping my bow and arrows near me at all times, though. The army guys warned us there might be a few more lurking around... with that open field behind me, I'm not taking any chances. I wish I had the code for the gun case.
If anything happens to me tonight, and someone cares to have them, my books are yours. The really useful ones will probably be my gardening books, as well as my ID ones. The Ethnobotany ones will tell you how to use the local plants, how to prepare them safely. If anything happens to supply lines, I don't know what winter's going to be like, but we have time to prepare. Going to make sure I gather up every and all seeds and place them near the books people will need.
I hear them moaning again... I don't know if its memory or real... Dammit all Hubby, where the hell are you?