I don't know what to do.
Jun. 13th, 2007 05:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's almost kind of funny, isn't it? In the way where I can't really breathe and I can't stop crying.
Everyone likes to joke about their Contingency Plan, but no one really has one. We're all just a bunch of stupid, fat, slow little sitting ducks.
It's so fucking unfair. You set up your life, you create your little safeguards, you funnel money into your retirement account and you take your goddamn vitamin D every day so you won't get breast cancer.
I can hear screaming.
I'm in a cube on the 14th floor with no open windows and I can hear screaming from the streets below.
I don't even know why I'm taking the time to write this. I guess I want to have some sort of final record. Maybe they can confine this to Manhattan, I don't know. I hear a lot of helicopters out there -- I hope they're closing the bridges right now. It means we won't be able to get off the island, but we're all as good as dead already. They should just firebomb the whole place. Make sure they stop this here and now.
I just wish I could die with my husband. The streets are choked with traffic, there's no way I can get to him, or he can get to me. Phone lines are down and my cell won't go through. I'm probably going to die right here, in this stupid fucking office building. I don't even know where he is right now. He could be dead.
Or he could be infected.
Some of my coworkers are going to create a barricade in the store-room. We don't have anything, no food, no weapons. I don't know if the water supply is safe. I don't think we're going to last very long, even if the zombies don't get in here right away.
If anyone I know is reading this, if my family is reading this, if my husband is reading this --
Baby, I'll try to stay alive. I love you so much. Please be OK.
I have to go.
I love you.
24%
June 13. Blog like it's the end of the world.
Everyone likes to joke about their Contingency Plan, but no one really has one. We're all just a bunch of stupid, fat, slow little sitting ducks.
It's so fucking unfair. You set up your life, you create your little safeguards, you funnel money into your retirement account and you take your goddamn vitamin D every day so you won't get breast cancer.
I can hear screaming.
I'm in a cube on the 14th floor with no open windows and I can hear screaming from the streets below.
I don't even know why I'm taking the time to write this. I guess I want to have some sort of final record. Maybe they can confine this to Manhattan, I don't know. I hear a lot of helicopters out there -- I hope they're closing the bridges right now. It means we won't be able to get off the island, but we're all as good as dead already. They should just firebomb the whole place. Make sure they stop this here and now.
I just wish I could die with my husband. The streets are choked with traffic, there's no way I can get to him, or he can get to me. Phone lines are down and my cell won't go through. I'm probably going to die right here, in this stupid fucking office building. I don't even know where he is right now. He could be dead.
Or he could be infected.
Some of my coworkers are going to create a barricade in the store-room. We don't have anything, no food, no weapons. I don't know if the water supply is safe. I don't think we're going to last very long, even if the zombies don't get in here right away.
If anyone I know is reading this, if my family is reading this, if my husband is reading this --
Baby, I'll try to stay alive. I love you so much. Please be OK.
I have to go.
I love you.
24%
June 13. Blog like it's the end of the world.
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Date: 2007-06-14 02:23 am (UTC)I actually choked up reading this :( :( :(
Good job :)
(Only 24% zombie proof?? No wonder you were worried!)
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Date: 2007-06-14 12:23 pm (UTC)Thanks!
And yeah, I'm, like zombie bait. Good thing I have Mr. Smarty-Pants to look after me! He's much better at zombie combat.
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Date: 2007-06-14 02:55 am (UTC)So - effective writing then from you!
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Date: 2007-06-14 12:24 pm (UTC)I mean, uh, "braaaaains..."
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