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13 June 2007 @ 10:14 pm
Okay, so I'm officially freaking the fuck out. I don't know who's okay and who's not at this point... my phone died an hour ago, and living out in the middle of nowhere is about as un-reassuring as it gets right now. But I guess it's safer this way, for me anyhow... it can't spread here as easily, right?

That's what I keep telling myself, anyhow.

I feel like I should be better prepared. I've read the survival guide. I've seen In the Dead of Summer enough times to know what's up. NOBODY TOLD ME THAT WAS PROPHECY. If only the ninja star cookie cutters had saved them in the end... I keep making all of these morbid references. I can't help it. The power's out here from an appropriate and hopefully discouraging thunderstorm, all the radio can say is that this is spreading like wildfire, and the house is empty except for me and my goddamn imagination.

I can't get in touch with really anyone. If you can see this, I guess you're okay. I hope you're okay. Don't let them touch you, okay? There are rumors that they won't kill you if you're covered in blood. I don't know what to believe. I don't know how to fix this. I thought it was a joke when I heard it on the radio this morning - hell, since when is anything from DC101 believable? - but this is clearly no joke.

Shit. Somebody's coming up the stairs. Shit shit shit. I have to take care of this.

Wish me luck, and check in so I know you're okay.

ETA: That was the scariest thing ever. WTF. I had to beat him over the head with my lava lamp (I have got to get a sword or something, this is pathetic) and now he's at the bottom of the stairs, squashed underneath the couch. I'm still sort of in shock... I hope he didn't get to his kids first. I refuse to babysit little zombies.