Let me get back to zombie fucking sleep asswipes Got woken up by a stupid cop car (cop cars?) going about the neighbourhood, doing that little BWOOP thing every now and again. I think that means patrolling? Then they (it - I dunno, I just fucking woke up) screeched around, turned on the sirens and went off in the direction of the industrial park (Micron, that other place and ATCC)
There was some weird accident or something at mom's work yesterday (ATCC, that bioresearch firm) which she had to go into the main office for today. Blargh. Hope nothing stupid is going on. I'm gonna try to get back to bed now. At least now it is very very quiet outside
More awake now, zombie Maaaan wtf so Kris and I got plastered last night with Izzy (who was obviously not drunk) and Kris's brothers and we played so much Serenity. Pics might or might not have come out. We had blasters.
Ennywho, posting because we think there's a FUCKING COW behind Kris' house. OK, not a cow that is fucking , but an effing COW, man! XD Sorry, maybe rums still? Yeah, we're on the deck, me and Kris (Izzy and the wee one are still in bed) eating French toasts that Kris delightfully made watching what we think is this cow. Weird shit.
Oh apparently Kris has decided he wants to tip it (??) so we are taking my camcorder down to "document" this "momentous" occasion.
ZOMBIES GET IN THE FUCKING HOUSE oh fuck oh my god really very much NOT A FUCKING COW. shit shit shit shit. Anyone who reads this please PLEASE do me a favour and STAY IN YOUR HOUSE. oh fuck oh shit.
OK the beginning. So Kris and I go around the back of his house to look for the cow, right? Well we didn't find the cow. There wasn't a cow at all. And I am so glad I had my camera because words cannot fucking describe. Uhm... Damn. All those times I wanted to live this movie or that movie or some rpg scenario... gods, this is not what I asked for. And then Kris' little brother Jon got attacked. Now I know that I'm probably going to get a lot of people on my case for taping this thing but seriously, I just didn't turn the camera off. I should have but I didn't. I think it is also good for people to see - horrible as it is - because this could save someone else's life. I feel so awful. But we got him away, so it is fine. I hope. Please just look.
Hopefully he's ok. The bite looks pretty nasty, he got wounded on the inside of his leg. We've cleaned it as best we can and we're trying to keep it wrapped. We're also making him lie down, keep it elevated. I dunno what else to do. Kris called their family doctor, but the line was jammed. We might call 9-1-1 later if it gets worse. God I hope this isn't happening anywhere else.
Also, these things fucking smell. But they're fairly slow? so staying away from it isn't that bad. I almost retched. *shudder* And yeah, that was an ARM a severed fucking ARM that thing was handling in the video. I just hope it doesn't come up the deck. Looks like I'm staying at Casa Saylor for the day...
No not zombies I just realised how stupid this must all sound. But I've been looking around online and apparently other people are throwing the Z word around as well. There's reports of similar shit like this going down as far as Australia. Which is ridiculous. There's no way this can be global.
We hought for a bit that maybe this had something to do with ATCC and the accident that happened there yesterday. Kris' brother David and my mum both work there. David gave us a few details, but my mum said that she wasn't allowed to say too much about it. She's a bit higher up than David (ok a lot higher up) so I'm guessing this runs a bit deeper than David knows. Not cool.
But the reports are weird, online at least, we can't get any local or anything news stations. Just static mostly with an occasional image or blip of sound. Apparently people are looting at the Mall of America in Minnesota? I don't have the patience to link you stuff right now, maybe Kris can do that later.
Jon isn't doing well. He's looking all pasty and the bite is not in a good way. Fuck. Poor Izzy is staying upstairs with Aeris till things calm down, she doesn't want to make her resiratory infection worse with potential nastiness from Jon. We can see them walking around outside, one is trying to break into the SAylors' garden shed. Stupid. ... the neighbors we can see are boarding up windows. Maybe we should?
I'm a bit worried, as what if these things, like in the stupid movies, try to get inside or anything? I mean, what do we do? Can these things be fought? They seem slow enough, I guess. Shouldn't be too hard. But do you need silver bullets or anything specialised like that? If so, we're fucked, we don't even have a gun.
Chainsaw?
Gonna go... well not out on the deck, that Jon Biter might smell me or something, it probably finished that arm by now. *vomits* I feel so bad for whoever that was, god I can't even... gonna try to fix the TV with Kris. See if that helps
Zombie Help please Some of Them are trying to break into Kris' house. We've got the windows all boarded up (or are getting them boarded up) on the main floor and in the basement. We've also got heavy furniture pushed against all the main floor doors. Laundry room is locked, garage door barracaded. Check.
I'm really worried. It looks like they've already gotten into a few more houses around the neighborhood. And Kris says that out back he saw one take down a stray dog. I don't like this one bit.
Jon has kinda fallen into unconsciousness. He's all sweaty and pasty and pale as fuck. He was hungry earlier and so we gave him some leftover hotdogs from last night, he ate them real fast but it didn't help. Now he's like this. I dunno whether we should cover him with a blanket or leave him cool. And the blood is still oozing from the wound.
Some more of my friends have been injured today apparently, despite that they're not taking any of this seriously. I still don't understand how I'm logically accepting all this. Because this seriously shouldn't be allowed. This is just too fucking surreal.
We can hear gunshots echoing from all around the city and there's all kinds of helicopters and other aircraft flying all around. I don't know what's going on. Local news still not working.
EDIT: as of 12:45. We've just been placed under a state of emergency. Apparently Bush gave a news conference or something. Or Condi Rice or something. Bush and Cheney have been moved to "undisclosed secure locations". Tony Blair has apparently done the same thing in the UK. Ireland looks to be following suit.
Am I missing something? Has there been some sort of biological terrorist attack? Because I am hella worried here. Izzy wants us to put on some kind of masks, the sort of sterile things. Apparently David had brought some home from ATCC a while back? Thye're still packaged, so they're probably good. I dunno, I'll hold off, I don't think it is airborn. If Jon is any indication, it is transmitted via contact with fluids or something. I wish I could get in touch with my mum, because she'd probably know a lot about this, working for that biotech firm and all. Which kinda makes me think, given the accident there yesterday and now she's in this conference at their main office? I just don't know.
Zombies make me sick Just cleaning Jon's wound. It smells like THEM and I can't do this any more.
Sancheck red please. I'm gonna lose it. I think I'm gonna soak my hands in rubbing alcohol and then go sit with Izzy and Aeris. I need some baby holding time to un-mess my brain. I also think I may be sick. That thing in the video earlier? That we thought was an arm? That WAS an arm? They're just leaving body parts strewn about the street now and moving on to the next house.
“All right so um... I-I-I re- I really don't know what we're really going to ah quite do, um, I just wanted to do a quick post. I'm not near a uh a computer right now but uhm... (bangs of Kris un-boarding door) Oh shit um, OK yeah. We're... comin to get you Tara, uh, we're gonna try... God. Um. Kris should be coming in a few minutes. Uh... We've got ourselves armed with lots of old sporting equipment from the Saylors' - oh God - from the Saylors' garage. And uhhm... Yeeah. We're - We're gonna go out there. I just wanted to post this because uuuuh I wanted everyone to know that ah, we're at least gonna try to fight. Uhm... So yeah, ah, if we make it, we make it. But if we don't, uh... Bye everyone. Oh god. All right. Bye.”
But seriously, I can't believe so many people have gotten bit. This is the worst fucking thing that could ever happen ever. taraione and her husband babylonthegreat were both attacked in separate incidents, at home and work respectively. Tara was the one Kris and I were gonna try to "rescue" (?) before all the killing started out front. Another friend of ours, tiepilot who works with Fred (babylonthegreat) was attacked at work earlier this morning. He was the one who infected Fred. I'm sorry guys, I'm sorry guys. I'm sorry we couldn't do anything. Fred, you asked, we tried. Tara, we were this close. James... if I can find them, I shall covet and protect your Coupling DVDs. Not that any of you are likely to be reading this, or able to comprehend it if you are.
I swear to piss I'm never leaving the house again. There's still a ton of them out there. We're just hoping that the government or national defence or something comes by soon to get survivors out. If there's any sort of National Security monitoring this, and gods I never thought I'd say anything like this but, Hi, we've got four survivors COMPLETELY UNINFECTED in this house. Two women and a man, early/mid 20s and a year old infant. One woman is pregnant (5 months). Please send help.
I've stopped looking at news reports online. Can anyone Out There bring me up to date on where things stand? Is anyone anywhere doing anything?
What's that thing that soldiers get after fighting in the Iraq war? Traumatic Stress something? Yeah I think I got that. And I can't stop staring at Jon out on the back deck. There's nothing else we can do. He's one of Them now. He's only 15. That's not right. Not right. I haven't been in touch with any of my family today. I don't even know if I have a family any more. I don't even know if we're gonna make it through this.
Biiiig sanity check. Yeah. I think I've dropped multiple san levels in just the past ten hours alone. heh. I know he's not real, but now I know how Ash feels. I'd totally cut off a limb now and attatch a piece of machinery to it. OMG maybe I can get bit on the leg and we can go get Izzy's rifle out of storage and I can attatch it to my severed limb like Rose Magowan in Grindhouse. I would be so awesome. Legless, but awesome. heh.
We're rolling out to get Tini. Or I am even if Kris doesn't come. Whatever, I can fucking take it. And if they get me, at least I went out fighting. Hell yeah. Fuck my mom's car, it's a fucking tank and it can take it. Toyota quality all the way, baby! Listening out back, it doesn't sound like anyone's on the parkway bypass. I always wanted to race down that sweet stretch of pretty road doing 90. Tini, I'll be there in 15 minutes.
“Yeeeeah what's up, whadddup, bitches?! I just got Tini out, uhm, we totally totally totally kicked major ass! Except that ah, Tini can't exactly say much of anything on this post UNFORTUNATELY because what ahhhhh, we're speeding back down the Prince William Parkway. We are gonna be back at Kris' house soooon, so soon! But yeah, Tini can't talk because aahhhhh... she kinda broke her collar bone! Yeah, fell off a LADDER onto the roof of my CAR... But it's ok, it's ok, it's ok! Because she's fine, I got her out, she has got her ah her HOT FOAM CUTTER. That's right, weildin' the weapon of JUSTICE!! And ah, you know, to that guy who wrote the Baa - the BLEAHHH!! I can't even talk right now! Oh my god, this is so intense!! To that guy who wrote the Zombie Survival Guide: screw you, Max Brooks! We got the Zombie Surviving right here! Oh shit shit shit shit we gotta go we gotta go! (indecipherable) Stuff in the road bye!”
What a fucking ridiculous ride that was! Fuck! So Tini is back in, we're taking care of her. No one has been bit. She lost her poor bunny, last we saw it it was going all Bunnicula on some helpless pit bull. But we found her boyfriend, also free of Zombites.
I need a brain rest. My brain feels like an effing tastee cone. I don't even know what the fuck that means.
Seriously people it is even worse now than it was. Zombies fucking EVERYWHERE. We might have even seen zombies fucking and I thought that only happened in New Zeland. Eff!
Kris was such a fucking master and shot a bunch of them all to shit as we blasted into the garage. My van is DRIPPING and smells like ten thousand asses. But we're safe and we're in. We're so in
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