here goes nothing
Jun. 13th, 2008 06:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineI'm still barricaded in my office. I got the screen out of my window, but once I was out on the ledge I realized that my initial plan was going to end up with me breaking at least a couple bones in my legs and only a couple feet above the zeds.
It's mostly quiet in the hallway now. There are still sounds of shuffling, but the screaming has stopped. Occasionally I'll hear a phone ring, so either reception is still there (unlikely) or there are more people than just me and John left.
John was the only responder to my all-building "Is there anyone left?" email. He's in his office, which is on the other side of the big gap from mine. He's been looking out his window and he thinks it's an easy drop to a ledge that wouldn't be too dangerous to jump from onto the Jeep. In five minutes I'm going to make a break for his office. He'll let me in and we'll re-barricade the door. Then we head for the ledge. So long as there aren't any of the track star zombies - most importantly, the high jump zombies - we should be fine until Downwood shows up.
My cell phone is charged so I can give him directions when he gets close to the complex. Thanks be to all the good gods for four-wheel drive. I hope that he's able to pick up the greyhound and one or both of our laptops, but I'll settle for just seeing him again.
I don't know where we're going after this. I haven't heard from anyone, but I've left messages all over the place. This is worse than last year. It should have been better. We should have been more ready.
Crap. The power's flickering. And it's time for me to make my move.
BLITEOTW08
It's mostly quiet in the hallway now. There are still sounds of shuffling, but the screaming has stopped. Occasionally I'll hear a phone ring, so either reception is still there (unlikely) or there are more people than just me and John left.
John was the only responder to my all-building "Is there anyone left?" email. He's in his office, which is on the other side of the big gap from mine. He's been looking out his window and he thinks it's an easy drop to a ledge that wouldn't be too dangerous to jump from onto the Jeep. In five minutes I'm going to make a break for his office. He'll let me in and we'll re-barricade the door. Then we head for the ledge. So long as there aren't any of the track star zombies - most importantly, the high jump zombies - we should be fine until Downwood shows up.
My cell phone is charged so I can give him directions when he gets close to the complex. Thanks be to all the good gods for four-wheel drive. I hope that he's able to pick up the greyhound and one or both of our laptops, but I'll settle for just seeing him again.
I don't know where we're going after this. I haven't heard from anyone, but I've left messages all over the place. This is worse than last year. It should have been better. We should have been more ready.
Crap. The power's flickering. And it's time for me to make my move.
BLITEOTW08
