A Hazardous Occupation

I've lost friends today, if the posting (and lack thereof) is any indication. Most of them went down fighting, God love 'em. Lights are on up and down the street, but except for my dead neighbor, I haven't seen anyone else in hours.

I've heard so many stories today. The CDC's vaccinations were a waste of time, not to mention making the danger so much worse. The National Guard (what few are still in the States right now) had their hands full in the cities. Someone on the radio was rattling on about the old tank at the Armory up the road being put back into service, but it's been sitting on the block so long, I'm sure it's rusted to the ground. Before the radio fizzed out again this time, a guy was claiming that the zombies will all be dead when the sun rises again, that their life span's only 24 hours long. I'd love to believe he's right. But like all the other nonsense that's been spouted all day, I have a hard time caring. I'm so tired, and I need to sleep. I don't know if I can.

But with any luck, there'll be a world to wake up to if I do. Good night, all of you who are still with me. Good luck.

News out of the UK indicates that the faster zombies are being hunted by the older, slower ones. I suppose they're a little too human for the slowpokes to tell the difference. I don't know why they're letting themselves be caught, but from what I heard, there might be a glimmer of hope. If they turn on each other...

The scratching I heard before was philipmcavery coming home. We let the ladder down for him, so now we're all up here. It's hot and stuffy, and we can't move around for fear of falling through the ceiling.

But at least the battery's holding out.

Now I know why 911 wasn't answering - they've been out taking care of our little problem. The Sheriff's Department just came by. They're checking all the houses out here for the Infected. Any they find, they're shooting in the head - not too hard, since the zombies move almost as fast as the Sleestak, plus with that incessant moaning and crying for "Brains!", you can hear them coming days ahead. There's a guy from the CDC, too, armed with vaccinations against the infection. We took our shots and promised to stay in the house until we get the okay to leave.

Cable's back, and it's all over every channel. CNN's broadcasting from the CDC in Atlanta, and from Parris Island, so I keep watching, hoping to see my family. philipmcavery's okay. They had to shove a few zombies into the extrusion machine at work, but other than some icky discoloration in the product that came out, the machine seemed to do the trick. The CDC folks hit Charlotte first, so I'm hoping he'll be home soon.

I'm a little worried about beatrizwench...she said she was headed out for lunch, and I don't know if she knows about the problem. I can't reach her on her cell, but then again, a lot of the lines are down. How the internet is still running, is anyone's guess.

Then again, the internet will live forever...

I went to the Post Office to finally ship off the copy-edits, and the line was really long. An old lady was standing at the counter, reaching over at the woman running the register. She kept moaning something about the rain, until she finally wandered off. She looked terrible - her skin was kinda gray.

So then I went to Hobby Lobby, and bought some extra bright red sequin trim for the costume I'm wearing Saturday. As I was headed for the car, a guy started crossing the parking lot toward me. He was walking funny, like his knees didn't work, so I got in and locked the door. He started knocking on the window - his skin was gray like the old lady's, and there was some disgusting red glop around his mouth. I pulled out and drove away. As soon as I was a good distance from him, I tried calling 911 to get him some help, but I kept getting a recording. I mean, come on, since when does 911 take messages?

I figured I'd check the news when I got home, but the cable's out. Must be the storm.