Human kind's last stand...
Jun. 14th, 2007 01:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
singerinthedarkPlease read this before reading this post.
This will be my last post. I don't know what will become of me, or of the human race. All I know is that it would be near pitch black outside, if the world weren't burning.
Things were quiet here until about two hours ago. That's when the zombies managed to breach the blockade at the tube. Thousands of them. I can only hope my parents weren't caught in the surge...
Our fortress here has held up so far, but I can hear them trying to push through. We're going to torch the place and get out the fire escape. That, too, has its risks. There are a lot of them outside. Women. Kids. The kids are the worst. Young faces with soulless eyes.
And all through the neighborhood, all you can hear is sirens, gunshots, and screaming. The screaming always gets cut off.
I've got a backpack and enough supplies to make it for a few days without having to scrounge. I can make it to the Stone Maze and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ribbin if I don't sleep. From there I'll start looking for Bay Area survivers. Hopefully josh_summit and dearbhail will be among them.
It's funny. Remember how in grade school they'd ask you what you would save if there was a fire and you could only save one material posession? I used to say I'd save the blanket my great-grandmother knit me, but now... I'm taking my ring and a small photo album. It's all I can afford to carry. The blanket is far too heavy.
Shit, they've breached the downstairs blockade. Whoever reads this, whoever survives, know that you are not alone. There are others out there. We will survive. Don't lose hope. Find us. There is safety in numbers.
The Bay Area burns tonight. That's partlyribbin's fault. And now it will be partially mine.
This will be my last post. I don't know what will become of me, or of the human race. All I know is that it would be near pitch black outside, if the world weren't burning.
Things were quiet here until about two hours ago. That's when the zombies managed to breach the blockade at the tube. Thousands of them. I can only hope my parents weren't caught in the surge...
Our fortress here has held up so far, but I can hear them trying to push through. We're going to torch the place and get out the fire escape. That, too, has its risks. There are a lot of them outside. Women. Kids. The kids are the worst. Young faces with soulless eyes.
And all through the neighborhood, all you can hear is sirens, gunshots, and screaming. The screaming always gets cut off.
I've got a backpack and enough supplies to make it for a few days without having to scrounge. I can make it to the Stone Maze and
ribbin if I don't sleep. From there I'll start looking for Bay Area survivers. Hopefully josh_summit and dearbhail will be among them.It's funny. Remember how in grade school they'd ask you what you would save if there was a fire and you could only save one material posession? I used to say I'd save the blanket my great-grandmother knit me, but now... I'm taking my ring and a small photo album. It's all I can afford to carry. The blanket is far too heavy.
Shit, they've breached the downstairs blockade. Whoever reads this, whoever survives, know that you are not alone. There are others out there. We will survive. Don't lose hope. Find us. There is safety in numbers.
The Bay Area burns tonight. That's partly
ribbin's fault. And now it will be partially mine.
