Current mood:	nervous
Entry tags:	zombies

BLITEOTW
Wow. I feel so lucky to be alive right now. So much has been happening today, and... well, I'll start from the beginning.

I went to Olin Health Center when I was still at MSU today. Had to check on some immunization stuff for my study abroad thinger this fall. The place smelled like a hospital and was overall not very pleasant. Little did I know how much worse it was going to get.

So, I continued about my day normally after that. Hurried home, surprisingly didn't get a ticket doing 87 most of the way down I-96, was late to work because I hit icky traffic around Southfield. Normal stuff. Went into work, it was boring, got stuck at the service desk most of the day so I had little to do besides stare out the front of the glass building at the power plant and airport nearby.

I noticed more helicopters landing there than I'd ever seen before. News choppers mostly. Made me curious.

The usual sirens screaming past the store didn't faze me, there's always someone at the supermarket or the physical therapy center needing medical attention.

At least, they didn't faze me until I realized that most of them weren't ambulances. They were police cars. A lot of them. This was getting creepy.

I mentioned it to the other cashiers, they kind of shrugged and went back to helping customers like I should have been doing. We finished out the day - nobody watches TV in the breakroom after about 3pm, and apart from the sirens and air traffic, nothing was out of the ordinary. Thanks to the ridiculously overpriced candy that needed restocking and thus took a lot of my time, I didn't have to sweep tonight! I still consider that a triumph, even after everything else.

Diane said she'd drive me home because she lives nearby, so I was walking out to her truck with her - most of the people had already gotten in their cars and torn off home, so it was just us and Dennis the manager left - when I heard it. It was like a growling lamenting moan coming from a rusty gate, but louder. And somehow squishier. And it was coming from the hedge between our parking lot and the hospital branch. The hospital branch where all the police cars had been heading.

I nearly peed myself.

There wasn't much else we could do besides keep going; Diane's truck was between us and the sound and it was the only safety within a hundred feet. She unlocked the doors with her remote so we could run to the car and jump in. When I heard rustling in the bushes, I slammed my own door and locked it (only then realizing that I was sitting in a baby seat and it was a little uncomfortable. I stayed that way though, until we were out of that parking lot and safe on the road).

After a mile or two, when we could actually speak again, Diane told me that she thought she'd seen a face between the bushes as she slammed her door. We decided, in shaky voices, that it had been her spooked imagination.

She dropped me off in my driveway, instead of in the street in front of my house like usual. I'm really glad the porchlight was on, and the shrubbery was quiescent.

Once home, I of course turned on my computer and went straight to mIRC and Firefox for information. After reading posts like this, and noticing that Ralphie my Raustralian nerd hasn't been online yet today, I'm really worried. It makes sense - the bad feeling at Olin today, all the police cars going to the hospital north of me at work, and then those news choppers... I'm so glad my door's locked. And that I sleep with a bokken next to my bed.

If I can sleep at all tonight.

Friends, I love you and I hope I'll see you all again...