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Courtesy of "BLITEOTW" (Blog Like It's The End Of The World): This time, a zombiegeddon! I don't normally do stuff like this, but I figured, what the hell...
I never thought I’d be thankful for oversleeping, but it may well have saved my life today. If I’d been at the office on the far side of town… well, at least I’d have had my dojo bag in the car. As it was, I woke to the sound of a scream outside the apartment, and things just went downhill from there.
When I looked out the window, I thought I was still dreaming. Maybe that food poisoning Monday hit me worse than I thought. I mean, you just don’t see someone step off an 8-foot retaining wall, land on their face without any attempt to catch themselves, then get back up without a sound. The sound of the Civil Defense alarm going off in the distance only made things seem more surreal.
All the TV and radio stations were saying the same things -- that local authorities were insisting that everyone remain indoors until the CDC could determine how to deal with "the situation," as they were calling it. The mainstreamers weren’t using the word "zombies" yet, but anyone who’s seen Romero’s movies would know them in a heartbeat for what they were. Bugger staying in this apartment -- I’m not going to sit here and wait for them to come get me. I figure any large gathering of people is going to draw them like a free buffet, and Nashville’s a big city.
Never let it be said that I won’t take advantage of every form of training available to me -- including old movies and too many nights spent gaming! I drew all the blinds so there’d be no motion visible to attract attention from outside, checked both magazines on my pistol, and started gathering the things I’d need into my frame backpack. Sure, I’d start off in the car, but I had to assume I’d have to ditch it before I got where I was going.
*****
This would have to happen in June, wouldn’t it? It’s way too hot to wear clothes that will be any protection, but at least that makes packing easier.
I’ve got the backpack loaded and a cooler packed and ready to toss into the car, and most of the weapons from the around the apartment are either on my person, or in the pack, or waiting by the door. I didn’t bother with some of them, because they just don’t pack enough of a wallop. These things show no pain responses whatsoever, only physically damaging the brain seems to stop them. Makes you wonder where Romero got the information for his movies. I suspect there are a lot of people wanting to talk to him right about now.
One of these days my upbringing is going to get me into serious trouble. There were two zombies shambling through the parking lot chasing that little old lady who’s always out walking around the complex. She doesn’t move much faster than they do, and dammit, I had to at least try to help. Besides, I figure it’s better to find out what they’re like when I can deal with just two of them, so that later I’ll know for certain what works on them.
For those of you who can still read this and haven’t found this out for yourselves:
* A bullet in the brain will kill them. Of course, that will kill most things.
* Shots to the heart or other normally lethal areas of the body appear to have no particular effect.
* Destroying their knees does slow them down, although they’re pretty slow to begin with. They may not feel pain, but they can’t make broken bones act whole.
* A hard enough whack to the head with a club (or in my case, a bokken) also takes them out. They don’t seem to be very aware of their surroundings, as I had little difficulty coming up behind the one I tested this theory on.
I never thought I’d have to do this, but I can’t put it off any longer. Time to take my katana off the shomen and let it know that the time has come for it to wake up and be used in earnest. The pistol will work while the zombies are still at a distance, but a sword never runs out of ammo.
*****
I just tried the phones again, both the land-line and the cell, and they’ve both gone useless. Everybody and his brother is trying to call everyone they know. Text messages still seem to work, as does IM, and I was able to get in touch with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gryphonrhi, confirm that she and the folks there are still okay, and let her know what I’m planning -- to make my way there, get them, then head down to my family’s cabin. I figure these things will be drawn to the major population centers, since that’s where their food will be, so back in the boonies we should have less of an infestation.
For once, it’s a bonus that most of the folks there are rednecks -- they have guns, know how to use them, and can be convinced to do so. I’ve already checked TDOT’s site, and it shows about what I’d expected -- that every major highway has at least one significant traffic incident on it, so I’ll be sticking to the back roads.
There’s no room in the pack for the laptop. I’ll bring it along in the car anyway, in the faint hope that I’ll be able to use the car the entire way, but I’m honestly expecting to have to leave it behind at some point.
This may well be my last entry. To any of you still reading this, please be careful! Stay alert, and use your brains rather than letting them be eaten! Those of you who have my cell phone #, calling it probably won’t work for a while, but I’d really love for you to send me a text message to let me know you’re still alive! And if you find something that works as a barrier against them, I'd appreciate knowing that, too!
Good luck!
I never thought I’d be thankful for oversleeping, but it may well have saved my life today. If I’d been at the office on the far side of town… well, at least I’d have had my dojo bag in the car. As it was, I woke to the sound of a scream outside the apartment, and things just went downhill from there.
When I looked out the window, I thought I was still dreaming. Maybe that food poisoning Monday hit me worse than I thought. I mean, you just don’t see someone step off an 8-foot retaining wall, land on their face without any attempt to catch themselves, then get back up without a sound. The sound of the Civil Defense alarm going off in the distance only made things seem more surreal.
All the TV and radio stations were saying the same things -- that local authorities were insisting that everyone remain indoors until the CDC could determine how to deal with "the situation," as they were calling it. The mainstreamers weren’t using the word "zombies" yet, but anyone who’s seen Romero’s movies would know them in a heartbeat for what they were. Bugger staying in this apartment -- I’m not going to sit here and wait for them to come get me. I figure any large gathering of people is going to draw them like a free buffet, and Nashville’s a big city.
Never let it be said that I won’t take advantage of every form of training available to me -- including old movies and too many nights spent gaming! I drew all the blinds so there’d be no motion visible to attract attention from outside, checked both magazines on my pistol, and started gathering the things I’d need into my frame backpack. Sure, I’d start off in the car, but I had to assume I’d have to ditch it before I got where I was going.
*****
This would have to happen in June, wouldn’t it? It’s way too hot to wear clothes that will be any protection, but at least that makes packing easier.
I’ve got the backpack loaded and a cooler packed and ready to toss into the car, and most of the weapons from the around the apartment are either on my person, or in the pack, or waiting by the door. I didn’t bother with some of them, because they just don’t pack enough of a wallop. These things show no pain responses whatsoever, only physically damaging the brain seems to stop them. Makes you wonder where Romero got the information for his movies. I suspect there are a lot of people wanting to talk to him right about now.
One of these days my upbringing is going to get me into serious trouble. There were two zombies shambling through the parking lot chasing that little old lady who’s always out walking around the complex. She doesn’t move much faster than they do, and dammit, I had to at least try to help. Besides, I figure it’s better to find out what they’re like when I can deal with just two of them, so that later I’ll know for certain what works on them.
For those of you who can still read this and haven’t found this out for yourselves:
* A bullet in the brain will kill them. Of course, that will kill most things.
* Shots to the heart or other normally lethal areas of the body appear to have no particular effect.
* Destroying their knees does slow them down, although they’re pretty slow to begin with. They may not feel pain, but they can’t make broken bones act whole.
* A hard enough whack to the head with a club (or in my case, a bokken) also takes them out. They don’t seem to be very aware of their surroundings, as I had little difficulty coming up behind the one I tested this theory on.
I never thought I’d have to do this, but I can’t put it off any longer. Time to take my katana off the shomen and let it know that the time has come for it to wake up and be used in earnest. The pistol will work while the zombies are still at a distance, but a sword never runs out of ammo.
*****
I just tried the phones again, both the land-line and the cell, and they’ve both gone useless. Everybody and his brother is trying to call everyone they know. Text messages still seem to work, as does IM, and I was able to get in touch with
gryphonrhi, confirm that she and the folks there are still okay, and let her know what I’m planning -- to make my way there, get them, then head down to my family’s cabin. I figure these things will be drawn to the major population centers, since that’s where their food will be, so back in the boonies we should have less of an infestation. For once, it’s a bonus that most of the folks there are rednecks -- they have guns, know how to use them, and can be convinced to do so. I’ve already checked TDOT’s site, and it shows about what I’d expected -- that every major highway has at least one significant traffic incident on it, so I’ll be sticking to the back roads.
There’s no room in the pack for the laptop. I’ll bring it along in the car anyway, in the faint hope that I’ll be able to use the car the entire way, but I’m honestly expecting to have to leave it behind at some point.
This may well be my last entry. To any of you still reading this, please be careful! Stay alert, and use your brains rather than letting them be eaten! Those of you who have my cell phone #, calling it probably won’t work for a while, but I’d really love for you to send me a text message to let me know you’re still alive! And if you find something that works as a barrier against them, I'd appreciate knowing that, too!
Good luck!
