Nov 25, 2008

Two days before Thanksgiving and there’s not much to be thankful for these days. Zombies have taken over the city and who knows how far the contagion has spread. I’m holed up on the roof of an office building with three other guys, none of whom are in my age bracket. I guess I am thankful that we’re on the west coast. I can still get by on this hoodie jacket. If I was in Vermont during the Outbreak I’d be freezing my ass off right now.

Oh, and I am glad that fear of the zombies and our own survival instincts kept the guys from thinking of me as companionship. God knows I’ve seen many horror movies where the girl hooks up with a guy only to get blasted, burned or bullet-holed to death. Besides, I can’t even imagine doing that without taking a shower first. Blech, I’m filthy.

A chopper did a low-flyby here just now. Its loudspeaker said any survivors have to make their way to Mercy Hospital if they want to get rescued. I can see the hospital from here. Its only a few blocks, normally a nice 15 minute walk. But with the zombies and who knows what else it will be the the longest run of my life.

Wish me luck. And if you’re reading this I hope to god you’re human.

Zoey