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SURVIVAL POST in reference to http://myelvesaredifferent.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-like-its-end-of-world-bliteotw.html
We've pulled together all the lighter fluid. If any of them get in, there are a bunch of us smokers that have lighters and matches to throw. Thank God for Eric and Amie and Ben getting me those zippos. We would have never attempted anything if not for Dave, brave Dave and his shotgun. They got him. All the way to Ray and back, me, Dave, Loni. Loni's a big bitch. She handled that gun well after they got Dave. While I drove the Jeep. We left Sarah and Joanna at Thomas McKean. They wouldn't have stood a chance.
We've been holed up here all day. All day. I've been crying since midafternoon. I crossed the train tracks, happy as a fucking clam, even though it was going to rain. Mike was supposed to come over tonight. We were going to cuddle. I don't even know if he's alive.
I ran all the way back to the dorm. Joanna and Sarah were all ready there. They said they were supposed to have breakfast with Amanda, they're friend here in Thomas McKean. But everyone's gone now. Dead. Except the ones in here, where the doors only open to certain access keys and the windows don't open. I can't wait for them to find the fucking electric generators so we'll be in the fucking dark, too.
Zombies. It's fucking batshit insane to think about. Especially since I got to play L4rg0 and shoot something in its head. Something that may have been a student in one of my classes next semester. They crawl on the walls, now. A lot of people wanted to go up to the fifth floor. Dumbfucks. Stay on the first floor, that way if they get in at one end, the other end can still get out. We won't be stranded upstairs, sitting fucking ducks.
I called my parents first. They're alive, of course the fucking military went through Wilmington, the county seat. Got everyone out. Caravaned to Dover, passed little us by. We're only a college town, not important. Who needs more drunk college kids and annoying townies? Nevermind the ghetto motherfuckers that were probably shooting each other instead of the undead folks walking around.
I called Panda next. He matters that much. He doesn't know it. I didn't have time to tell him. He and Crokket are out whooping it up with some "rebel faction" like this is some fucking movie. Join the military for the day, kids, we'll pay you if we live.
I called my wife, my Dani. I didn't get an answer. I haven't stopped crying since.
Well no, that's a lie. I only had a few minutes left on my ghetto ass prepaid phone. So I called Kt. Who else would I call? On a day like today. I couldn't even laugh with her, ask her to be my Ed. I only had time to ask, "Are you alive?" and she only had time to say, "No. But I'm breathing. I'm on watch. I'll call you if I live."
Call me, Kt. Call me.
We've pulled together all the lighter fluid. If any of them get in, there are a bunch of us smokers that have lighters and matches to throw. Thank God for Eric and Amie and Ben getting me those zippos. We would have never attempted anything if not for Dave, brave Dave and his shotgun. They got him. All the way to Ray and back, me, Dave, Loni. Loni's a big bitch. She handled that gun well after they got Dave. While I drove the Jeep. We left Sarah and Joanna at Thomas McKean. They wouldn't have stood a chance.
We've been holed up here all day. All day. I've been crying since midafternoon. I crossed the train tracks, happy as a fucking clam, even though it was going to rain. Mike was supposed to come over tonight. We were going to cuddle. I don't even know if he's alive.
I ran all the way back to the dorm. Joanna and Sarah were all ready there. They said they were supposed to have breakfast with Amanda, they're friend here in Thomas McKean. But everyone's gone now. Dead. Except the ones in here, where the doors only open to certain access keys and the windows don't open. I can't wait for them to find the fucking electric generators so we'll be in the fucking dark, too.
Zombies. It's fucking batshit insane to think about. Especially since I got to play L4rg0 and shoot something in its head. Something that may have been a student in one of my classes next semester. They crawl on the walls, now. A lot of people wanted to go up to the fifth floor. Dumbfucks. Stay on the first floor, that way if they get in at one end, the other end can still get out. We won't be stranded upstairs, sitting fucking ducks.
I called my parents first. They're alive, of course the fucking military went through Wilmington, the county seat. Got everyone out. Caravaned to Dover, passed little us by. We're only a college town, not important. Who needs more drunk college kids and annoying townies? Nevermind the ghetto motherfuckers that were probably shooting each other instead of the undead folks walking around.
I called Panda next. He matters that much. He doesn't know it. I didn't have time to tell him. He and Crokket are out whooping it up with some "rebel faction" like this is some fucking movie. Join the military for the day, kids, we'll pay you if we live.
I called my wife, my Dani. I didn't get an answer. I haven't stopped crying since.
Well no, that's a lie. I only had a few minutes left on my ghetto ass prepaid phone. So I called Kt. Who else would I call? On a day like today. I couldn't even laugh with her, ask her to be my Ed. I only had time to ask, "Are you alive?" and she only had time to say, "No. But I'm breathing. I'm on watch. I'll call you if I live."
Call me, Kt. Call me.