I'm on the roof, now, watching the end of the world.
There hasn't been much to do, so I've been fiddling with the equipment I have to get online, and I just got it. They undead aren't coordinated enough to jump up to grab a ladder, so I'm safe. Its hot, though. I have as much water as I could get, thanks to empty two-liter bottles, but I'm not a fool. Even under ideal conditions it simply will not last me for that long, to say nothing about my food.
But I think the worst thing is the boredom. There's simply nothing to do up here. I have my computer for as long as the electricity stays up, but once that goes...
The zombies are the risen dead, I think, or at least that was the origin. I heard about it on the internet before they got anywhere near here, which is why I'm up here, and not down there. The zombies have been migrating across town and while they aren't very thick, I can see one or two. I could probably get back in my house, but it'd be a risk, now. I'm not the only one up here. A couple of people from the complex came up too. I didn't even know their names before today, but the end of the world, or at least the end of a world, is a bonding experience.
The hordes haven't gotten here yet, but I can only assume they'll be here. I suppose for once I'm grateful for living miles away from anything but houses. I don't see the world ending, per se, I presume that mankind will recover in some form, and likely even many of the current governments will remain intact. But equally likely the dead will number in the billions. I feel much worse for people in other countries. The US is the ideal place to survive this sort of disaster. There are huge swaths of empty land to escape into and most people have cars. The Interstates are probably lifelines right now, if our emergencies services can keep the accidents from stopping them up.
From here, all I can do is watch out over the city, and read what happens elsewhere, until the power goes out. I'll survive for a while, but there isn't much we can do.
That might be the most frightening prospect of all.
But I think the worst thing is the boredom. There's simply nothing to do up here. I have my computer for as long as the electricity stays up, but once that goes...
The zombies are the risen dead, I think, or at least that was the origin. I heard about it on the internet before they got anywhere near here, which is why I'm up here, and not down there. The zombies have been migrating across town and while they aren't very thick, I can see one or two. I could probably get back in my house, but it'd be a risk, now. I'm not the only one up here. A couple of people from the complex came up too. I didn't even know their names before today, but the end of the world, or at least the end of a world, is a bonding experience.
The hordes haven't gotten here yet, but I can only assume they'll be here. I suppose for once I'm grateful for living miles away from anything but houses. I don't see the world ending, per se, I presume that mankind will recover in some form, and likely even many of the current governments will remain intact. But equally likely the dead will number in the billions. I feel much worse for people in other countries. The US is the ideal place to survive this sort of disaster. There are huge swaths of empty land to escape into and most people have cars. The Interstates are probably lifelines right now, if our emergencies services can keep the accidents from stopping them up.
From here, all I can do is watch out over the city, and read what happens elsewhere, until the power goes out. I'll survive for a while, but there isn't much we can do.
That might be the most frightening prospect of all.