Jun. 13th, 2007 10:17 pm
loree: (zombie monkey)


Jun. 13th, 2007 04:19 pm
loree: (zombie monkey)
My Disaster Recovery pager just went off. I think they've breached the office. Sorry, folks, I've got my own problems. I don't think there's anybody left to fix the 911 systems anyway.

Covering the basement windows might not have done any good. I think they're pulling the bricks out of the foundation.

If I don't make it out of this, tell my mom I didn't suffer.


Jun. 13th, 2007 03:09 pm
loree: (zombie monkey)
Fuck, that was close.

The good news: They don't seem to notice you moving around if you aren't human-shaped and/or aren't showing any skin. I hunched behind Marty's desk while I carried it down to the basement, and they didn't seem to care.

The bad news: They're attracted to loud noises. The sound of the hammer drill definitely caught their attention. They almost broke through before I got the second window covered. God I'm glad we spent the money on triple-paned windows.

Land line phones are out. Cell coverage is iffy at best. Internet will only last as long as the power does.

I wonder how long Marty's insulin will last.


Jun. 13th, 2007 02:40 pm
loree: (zombie monkey)
Two of them found the low edge of the south retaining wall, and they're shuffling around on the ledge in front of the dining room. We took apart the bar top and screwed it to the wall to use as a barricade over the windows. It's strong; it should hold.

Oh shit, we forgot to cover the basement windows.


Jun. 13th, 2007 02:14 pm
loree: (zombie monkey)
It's getting rough out there.

Buying a house with glass doors might have been something of a tactical error. I'm glad we got the curtains up, but I don't know how much good they'll do. I'm hoping there's still some blackout fabric left in the sewing bins. I'm hoping we can wait this out.

We've barricaded the front doors with spare sofas (for once I'm glad we didn't give them away). And as much as I've bitched about the stairs, I'm glad our house has a tall foundation -- we're well above street level, and it doesn't look like those bastards can climb. We've backed Marty's car up against the house -- it's a shame about the deck, really. But at least this way we can drop in through the sunroof if (when?) we need to bug out.

I don't know what we're going to do for weapons. I'm regretting my no-guns-in-the-house policy now, but it's too late to do anything about it. All we have are broomsticks and liquor bottles, not even a decent cricket bat. Why didn't I buy the gas chainsaw when I had a chance?

Okay, calm down. Preparations keep me focused, keep my mind off it.

We spent the morning filling everything that can hold water. I can see those... things over by the water tower now, so we don't know how long the supply will last. Our canned food supply will last us a while, and we can always share with the dog if his food runs out. If the gas line remains intact and the perimeter remains secure, we can hold out here for a couple of weeks. Longer if the power stays on. I hope it's long enough. Oh god, I hope it's long enough.

We've daisy-chaned the UPSes, and we'll keep the T1 up as long as we can. Somebody has to warn the world about what's going on.


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