http://myelvesaredifferent.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-like-its-end-of-world-bliteotw.html Somehow, I don't think I'll be taking my departmentals on Friday.
I always had a feeling that something bad would happen while I was stuck here in San Diego - I mean, what kind of a major metropolis pipes in its water from thousands of miles away? And here I am, stuck on the end of the
Scripps pier, with zombies tearing at the locked gates. Fortunately E followed our zombie plan and made it to the pier in time.
The zombies have already walked into the ocean, but thank Poseidon it's high tide and the water is 10 meters deep by the end of the pier. We're just about ready to launch one of the whalers - hopefully we can make it to the marina with the large research vessels before the zombies do. If we can get the
Revelle, maybe we can find someplace surrounding by water and high cliffs to make a stand.
Farallon Islands, anyone?