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amezriI didn't notice it at first -- the intelligence level of my co-workers wasn't really that much different from what they were normally. I thought the stumbling around was just that people hadn't slept all that well. By the time lunch rolled around, though, I started to think there really was something up. Instead of nuking their lunches as usual, people were gnawing on legs and arms. Weirdness.
Even my lethargic, sleep-deprived brain figured out at that point what was going on and that I'd better get myself into action. After dodging a few grabby hands and drooling jaws, I escaped the office building and got in my car. I didn't really notice anyone else alive on my way out, though to be honest, I wasn't really looking. The roads were a mess -- cars everywhere, all over the sidewalks. What is it about a disaster that renders people incapable of driving properly? I just don't get it.
Well, to make a long, boring escape story short, I drove home, ran a few of those suckers over -- brain trauma is the key -- and gathered the family and dogs into the cars. We headed out all caravan-like in our two Jeeps, which I had the forethought to fill with gas. Four wheel drive really takes out those reanimated corpses, let me tell you. We headed north to a remote mountain area with few people, a decent amount of supplies, and terrain that's not really suitable for clumsy, uncoordinated, undead hordes. We'll hole up here until it's safe to come out.
This is how the world ends, isn't it?
Even my lethargic, sleep-deprived brain figured out at that point what was going on and that I'd better get myself into action. After dodging a few grabby hands and drooling jaws, I escaped the office building and got in my car. I didn't really notice anyone else alive on my way out, though to be honest, I wasn't really looking. The roads were a mess -- cars everywhere, all over the sidewalks. What is it about a disaster that renders people incapable of driving properly? I just don't get it.
Well, to make a long, boring escape story short, I drove home, ran a few of those suckers over -- brain trauma is the key -- and gathered the family and dogs into the cars. We headed out all caravan-like in our two Jeeps, which I had the forethought to fill with gas. Four wheel drive really takes out those reanimated corpses, let me tell you. We headed north to a remote mountain area with few people, a decent amount of supplies, and terrain that's not really suitable for clumsy, uncoordinated, undead hordes. We'll hole up here until it's safe to come out.
This is how the world ends, isn't it?
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Date: 2007-06-14 03:55 am (UTC)Oh, wait, I get it now.
Sorry.
My mistake.
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Date: 2007-06-14 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-14 06:14 am (UTC)Stay safe and keep us updated!