Longshot was right...
Jun. 13th, 2008 02:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evileWell, fuck. It's really Zombies .
I just saw one of those kids from the marching band in his jeans and not-white-anymore shirt. I thought he had a red ribbon around his waist, but then he stepped on it and all his guts came out. He kept walking. didn't even notice. There's not enough brain bleach in the world to take that image out of my head. Bikers are doing damage control as they can, driving through the crowds and knocking heads off, but there are a lot more undead than bikers. If they stop for any reason, they get dragged off their bikes and eaten. It's horrible.
I can't hardly believe this is happening. I have ALWAYS hated zombie movies, and here I am living in one.
I can't get thru to the housemates on the phone...apparently the circuits are all busy. I hope they're OK.
There was some debate whether to do our usual office fire-drill evacuation procedure and meet outside near the Peace Officers' Monument, but it was decided that would be a Bad Idea, considering that's where the flesh-eating undead are currently hanging out.
So, looks like everyone on our floor is going to make a run for the old bomb shelter on the first floor of the building. We're all consolidating snacks from our drawers and someone went off to raid the vending machines, after a short argument about accountability to the agency that maintains the state office vending machines. Bureaucrats. Jeezus fuck. My coworkers are pissing me OFF!
I can't say I think our 4 security guards and a bunch of out of shape state workers have much of a chance. And even if we do...do I want to try to rebuild and repopulate the world with these people once the zombies are taken care of?
Hell, I might take my chances outside. If I can get to the parking garage, I can make a run for it. HarveyBug is a pretty sturdy little car. Of course, I've never run over any people in it...
If I make it home, I hope the housemates do, too. I've heard on the news that the East side is almost empty. If I skip the freeway and just get into East Austin I'll be home free.
Worst case scenario either way: I've got a gun and I'm pretty sure that I won't turn if I destroy my brain stem first. But hell, I'd rather be dead than a soulless bureaucrat. Or one of THOSE.
I just saw one of those kids from the marching band in his jeans and not-white-anymore shirt. I thought he had a red ribbon around his waist, but then he stepped on it and all his guts came out. He kept walking. didn't even notice. There's not enough brain bleach in the world to take that image out of my head. Bikers are doing damage control as they can, driving through the crowds and knocking heads off, but there are a lot more undead than bikers. If they stop for any reason, they get dragged off their bikes and eaten. It's horrible.
I can't hardly believe this is happening. I have ALWAYS hated zombie movies, and here I am living in one.
I can't get thru to the housemates on the phone...apparently the circuits are all busy. I hope they're OK.
There was some debate whether to do our usual office fire-drill evacuation procedure and meet outside near the Peace Officers' Monument, but it was decided that would be a Bad Idea, considering that's where the flesh-eating undead are currently hanging out.
So, looks like everyone on our floor is going to make a run for the old bomb shelter on the first floor of the building. We're all consolidating snacks from our drawers and someone went off to raid the vending machines, after a short argument about accountability to the agency that maintains the state office vending machines. Bureaucrats. Jeezus fuck. My coworkers are pissing me OFF!
I can't say I think our 4 security guards and a bunch of out of shape state workers have much of a chance. And even if we do...do I want to try to rebuild and repopulate the world with these people once the zombies are taken care of?
Hell, I might take my chances outside. If I can get to the parking garage, I can make a run for it. HarveyBug is a pretty sturdy little car. Of course, I've never run over any people in it...
If I make it home, I hope the housemates do, too. I've heard on the news that the East side is almost empty. If I skip the freeway and just get into East Austin I'll be home free.
Worst case scenario either way: I've got a gun and I'm pretty sure that I won't turn if I destroy my brain stem first. But hell, I'd rather be dead than a soulless bureaucrat. Or one of THOSE.
