| BLITEOTW |
[Jun. 13th, 2008|08:21 pm] |
Okay, so, this is the first time I've had a chance to update since lunch. Those drunk guys I went to go beat up? They weren't drunk. They were zombies. I'm sure some people reading this had already guessed that, based on other stuff that's been around online and on the news and pretty much everywhere.
Here's the short of it: I pretty much devastated the pack outside work, with the pole from that bike rack and using my beloved assault-weapon computer for close range. I noticed that the "drunks" looked a lot worse than your standard partiers, even allowing for them having been drinking for 16 hours or more. They were kind of greyish and didn't smell like booze so much as rotting meat. Bleh.
I scrambled downstairs to the lab when I was sure none of them were able to follow me. I asked Bill, who works in the next room and is always the one who monitors the news for storms and things so that we (the three lab assistants who don't drive to work) can coordinate when we leave work with the unpredictable weather patterns around here, if he'd seen anything unusual last time he was online. He said no, but scrambled for the computer after I told him my story from lunch. Turns out, there's a real zombie uprising (if you can still laugh, you're obviously in a remote-enough place that they haven't gotten to you yet) going on. It hit Australia and eastern Asia first, and has been moving west since then. That party last night was the main force moving through town, and I really don't understand how not only I, but my coworkers and flatmates too, managed to stay oblivious to the whole thing until midday.
I tried calling my flatmates when I found out. I couldn't get through, cell lines are either jammed full or completely down. A.J. had planned to go home today, I hope he got home before anything hit. One of his friends lives on an island surrounded by running water, and if he can get there then everything will be fine. That friend also happens to have a personal collection of firearms that could last their entire clique through a week of hardcore battle. I'll keep my fingers crossed about them. Patricia would be at work like me. She's usually out in the middle of a lake though, so hopefully that's when she and her coworkers heard about things and that's where they'll be staying. I hope this all blows over soon but I can't imagine how that would happen.
As for me, and everyone else in the lab, we've reinforced our half-windows and barricaded the stairwell doors. Lucky for us this is a pretty big building, there's metallic-tasting but fresh water, there's even a shower in the restroom down the hall. As for food, well, we might send a contingent to loot the vending machines upstairs eventually, and if someone else already got to those, I guess we'll see how good emerald ash borer tastes. And there's plenty of wood pulp...
(Would discuss attitudes of coworkers, but they're sitting right here, so I'll save that for later if there is a later. I will say that entomologists are pretty big nerds, which is a good sign - I trust nerds to keep level heads in emergencies and to understand the situation best. Here's hoping my faith isn't misplaced.)
Gotta go, this may be a national emergency but this is still a USDA-owned computer and I'll probably get in trouble for making a personal journal post on it. If there's anyone left to punish me. |
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| BLITEOTW |
[Jun. 13th, 2008|12:36 pm] |
Ugh. So tired today. I feel like a total zombie.
Why am I so tired? Well, last night the concept of "Thirsty Thursday" seemed to have made it all the way off campus and to my quiet little remote apartment. It sounded almost like Cedarfest all over again, all the screams and shouts and general chaos. I really hate too-drunk people. At least I couldn't hear any of that obnoxious music they played last time, maybe they toned it down so they wouldn't get arrested. Not really sure how well that worked, because eventually I started to hear (through the covers and pillows I'd piled over my head in an effort to get some sleep) police sirens. I hope the (ir)responsible parties in the whole thing get what's coming to them.
The worst part is, it wasn't even just the noise. When I walked to work this morning, bleary-eyed because I ended up with about an hour of sleep, there was debris all over the road and the yards of the frat houses. Not the empty bottles and red plastic cups I expected, either. More like... appendages. And a lot of tattered clothing. Now I know they told me that the parties and riots were hard-core at Michigan State, but I really didn't expect this.
Made it to work okay, at least, though the severed limbs littering the road really creeped me out. I set to a morning of washing dishes and feeding beetles in the lab. Now I'm sitting outside for lunch, since this nice alcove behind the psychology building has shade and a breeze and seems to have avoided the party/riot/carnage that hit the rest of campus. Sound carries pretty well back here, though. There's... ok, wtf. There's like this pack of people stumbling down the sidewalk (ugh, they still look drunk, and sick too. If any of them make a mess on the sidewalk I'm going to beat them all to death with the cross-pole on one of these bike racks). Making a hell of a racket, too, groaning and crashing through the bushes. Oh dear gods they're coming this way. Pardon me, I need to grab that metal pole and teach some people about the evils of drinking. Update later. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2007|09:47 pm] |
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BRAAAIIIINNNNNSS! |
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[Jun. 13th, 2007|10:14 am] |
ohhhhhhmigod. It's true. There's seriously a zombie uprising going on.
Well, maybe it's some sort of weird disease - that's what the officials say at least, safe in their underground bunkers - but it turns people gray-green and makes them lurch and groan down the streets and try to bite people. And biting spreads it.
For all practical purposes, they're zombies.
And I don't want to be one.
I was supposed to go to work today - fat chance. I did call this morning to see if anyone had been dumb enough to go in without watching a news report or listening to the radio, and Cathy answered. She sounded terrified. She'd gotten a ride home with someone else last night and they brought her back to collect her car. Apparently there are more oblivious fools in the world than I thought, because they dropped her off in the parking lot and left before she was safe inside, and before she could find her keys the horde hiding in the hedge started charging her.
(they're getting closer, I hear screaming outside. I hope I have time to finish this before I need to go help defend the house.)
She ran into the building and locked herself in, and has been sensibly gathering supplies against their eventual invasion. Fortunately it's a garden store, so there are all sorts of bladed instruments to be had in the tools section. I wish her the best.
...I wonder if you could fertilize a zombie to death?
The screaming's getting louder now. I'm glad I woke up early when there wasn't much going on, and got some choice tools from the garden shed. Between the machete, chainsaw, sledgehammer, and firewood axe, not to mention my bokken and my dad's hunting rifle, I think we should be safe.
I hear you can set them on fire too. Maybe I should have gotten the lighter fluid too? Or we could make weapons out of our liquor stash, though that wouldn't last long. I'll go confer.
I hope I'll be back to report. |
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| BLITEOTW |
[Jun. 12th, 2007|11:52 pm] |
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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... |
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