This is it folks.
Jun. 13th, 2007 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ellefliesThere are mumblings and scrapings going on outside: dark shadows shuffling their way down the street. It's night now and I've spent the day huddled in my apartment clutching my cell phone and trying to get ahold of my friends and family. The lines were busy and now whenever I hit "send" there's nothing at all.
I can hear them outside.
I don't know where to go and I don't know what to do. The buses aren't running and being trapped in the subways with, god, I can barely believe this is true... zombies. I don't think that's a good idea. But I can't stay here. It's becoming more and more apparent with each passing minute.
There's a courthouse down the street, I'm thinking my best bet might be there. It's a long walk but I think I can hack it (I mean, I saw Shawn of the Dead... that helps right?) I've talked this over with a few friends before, just as a laugh over some drinks. Those implausible "what it's..." I'm not laughing now though. They always joked that if you have long hair you should cut it off. I've been eying the scissors for the past few minutes. It's taken me so long to grow my hair out, but if it comes down to me or my hair, the hair is going. Too bad I can't rock the baldness like Sigourney Weaver in Aliens, but if I was her I'd probably be able to stop the hoards of rampaging zombies (can this really be happening? I mean... really?) singlehandedly. But I'm the skinny, white girl who lives on the second floor and who's fighting style usually involves running away crying.
Wait... I hear shuffling in the hallway. And moans too. They're here... They're coming... Oh God.
It's the end of the world...
I can hear them outside.
I don't know where to go and I don't know what to do. The buses aren't running and being trapped in the subways with, god, I can barely believe this is true... zombies. I don't think that's a good idea. But I can't stay here. It's becoming more and more apparent with each passing minute.
There's a courthouse down the street, I'm thinking my best bet might be there. It's a long walk but I think I can hack it (I mean, I saw Shawn of the Dead... that helps right?) I've talked this over with a few friends before, just as a laugh over some drinks. Those implausible "what it's..." I'm not laughing now though. They always joked that if you have long hair you should cut it off. I've been eying the scissors for the past few minutes. It's taken me so long to grow my hair out, but if it comes down to me or my hair, the hair is going. Too bad I can't rock the baldness like Sigourney Weaver in Aliens, but if I was her I'd probably be able to stop the hoards of rampaging zombies (can this really be happening? I mean... really?) singlehandedly. But I'm the skinny, white girl who lives on the second floor and who's fighting style usually involves running away crying.
Wait... I hear shuffling in the hallway. And moans too. They're here... They're coming... Oh God.
It's the end of the world...
