shhhh (bliteotw)
Rosehills. I can see the flickering pink sign from my second story ... I wonder how long it will take all of them to rise ... I swear I can hear human soup stirring and joints creaking from here but I know it's not really audible. It's just my imagination. Wish it were all my imagination.
E is working tonight. J is out of her head ... E's not an embalmer though, I'm sure they've locked up and taken flight but how man of the staff got out before...I wonder how many of the fresh dead rose before anyone understood what was happening. I hope E wasn't taking a first call when they began to rise.
Hubbs is at work. His cell is busy ... busy? Cell phones don't get busy. I'm sure the airport is shut down but I don't know.
We lost the key to the gun cabinet. All we have are the renaissance weaponry on the walls, pike, spears, swords ... We're shut up in here but our windows are old, no double panes, easily broken.
Eldest is arming himself for a melee ... are they fast? In the movies they're slow ... unless it's a mutation ... I hope they're slow. I can handle one of the lighter swords.
Girlie holding Benj and AZ, ha, AZ is playing with his trains.
How am I getting 'net connection ... intermittent, but getting it nonetheless ... the television is fuzz, wish I had cable, maybe if we had then we'd know that it was safe elsewhere ... that they were broadcasting elsewhere.
Tub is filled with water. all available containers filled with water ... damn but I don't have much in the way of canned goods.
I'm thinking that we could chance it down the riverbed but where the hell would that take us but down to the shore ... and with the young ones we'd be too slow. Are there unknown bodies in the muck of the riverbed behind our house?
The birds have flown. The freeway is jammed ... it's not all over, not quite yet.
...eldest has a composition bow and some arrows...
There's a knock. J's just come over ... she's got her firearms, assault rifles, guns etc and ammo - guess her cats will have to fend for themselves.
I guess it's good that we're both vets ... her a marine, me navy, but that really means shit if we can't pull it together. That doesn't mean shit.
We have candles, don't want to turn on lights...
...like moths to a flame...
and so we wait
E is working tonight. J is out of her head ... E's not an embalmer though, I'm sure they've locked up and taken flight but how man of the staff got out before...I wonder how many of the fresh dead rose before anyone understood what was happening. I hope E wasn't taking a first call when they began to rise.
Hubbs is at work. His cell is busy ... busy? Cell phones don't get busy. I'm sure the airport is shut down but I don't know.
We lost the key to the gun cabinet. All we have are the renaissance weaponry on the walls, pike, spears, swords ... We're shut up in here but our windows are old, no double panes, easily broken.
Eldest is arming himself for a melee ... are they fast? In the movies they're slow ... unless it's a mutation ... I hope they're slow. I can handle one of the lighter swords.
Girlie holding Benj and AZ, ha, AZ is playing with his trains.
How am I getting 'net connection ... intermittent, but getting it nonetheless ... the television is fuzz, wish I had cable, maybe if we had then we'd know that it was safe elsewhere ... that they were broadcasting elsewhere.
Tub is filled with water. all available containers filled with water ... damn but I don't have much in the way of canned goods.
I'm thinking that we could chance it down the riverbed but where the hell would that take us but down to the shore ... and with the young ones we'd be too slow. Are there unknown bodies in the muck of the riverbed behind our house?
The birds have flown. The freeway is jammed ... it's not all over, not quite yet.
...eldest has a composition bow and some arrows...
There's a knock. J's just come over ... she's got her firearms, assault rifles, guns etc and ammo - guess her cats will have to fend for themselves.
I guess it's good that we're both vets ... her a marine, me navy, but that really means shit if we can't pull it together. That doesn't mean shit.
We have candles, don't want to turn on lights...
...like moths to a flame...
and so we wait