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Jun. 13th, 2007
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Jun. 13th, 2007 09:17 pmBLITEW
I always knew our house was kind of shoddily built, but until now... yeah. The whole thing feels like it's made of cardboard. We've blocked the windows and doors with any furniture we could move, but it's only a matter of time.
It's so quiet out there. I mean, it's normally quiet, but now it's the waiting-for-things to explode quiet, and I swear it's going to drive me insane at this rate.
A part of me is desperate to run out there where I could be of some use. Help someone, instead of all this sitting around waiting for the end. Except I'll most likely just get in the way. I may be nuts, but not nuts enough to crave the whole going out in a blaze of glory thing.
Not like you can bandage a zombie-inflicted wound, anyway.
Mom made Dad stay home from work and locked the cat in the bathroom, so that he wouldn't try to escape (we're out of tuna and he's not happy.) God, I love them all so much, but we're all just slowly driving each other insane in here, and we're probably going to die, and I don't want it to be like this.
Ok, fine, I don't want it at all.
...I wonder how much longer I'll have internet. The guys at Verizon must be holding down the fort for all they're worth.
Crap. I think the lights just flickered. We may be losing power any second now, so I better post thi
I always knew our house was kind of shoddily built, but until now... yeah. The whole thing feels like it's made of cardboard. We've blocked the windows and doors with any furniture we could move, but it's only a matter of time.
It's so quiet out there. I mean, it's normally quiet, but now it's the waiting-for-things to explode quiet, and I swear it's going to drive me insane at this rate.
A part of me is desperate to run out there where I could be of some use. Help someone, instead of all this sitting around waiting for the end. Except I'll most likely just get in the way. I may be nuts, but not nuts enough to crave the whole going out in a blaze of glory thing.
Not like you can bandage a zombie-inflicted wound, anyway.
Mom made Dad stay home from work and locked the cat in the bathroom, so that he wouldn't try to escape (we're out of tuna and he's not happy.) God, I love them all so much, but we're all just slowly driving each other insane in here, and we're probably going to die, and I don't want it to be like this.
Ok, fine, I don't want it at all.
...I wonder how much longer I'll have internet. The guys at Verizon must be holding down the fort for all they're worth.
Crap. I think the lights just flickered. We may be losing power any second now, so I better post thi