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I’m hiding in the crawlspace behind the bookcase in our bedroom with the jogger--his name is Adam and he’s an environmental science major at Elmhurst College-- and the cats. Our “weapons” are a shovel, the gardening shears, and a couple of knives from the kitchen. I also have my laptop (it’s fully charged…Thank God!) and Adam has an iphone. Not long ago, I ran outside with the shovel and a knife and beat the shit out of Adam’s attacker with the handle. Have you ever seen the scene in the Buffy musical where Buffy grabs a pool cue and starts wailing on one of her attackers? *wack! wack! wack!* Yeah. I was doing that.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doomsey says I have a bit of a violent streak.
After she was out of the way, Adam pointed to something that was behind me. I spun around to see the drunk dude stumbling towards us. I stabbed him with the knife that I had tucked into my jeans. He’s down on the ground, and hopefully, he’s there for good.
I looked down the street and saw twenty more “drunken people” several blocks down. They were ambling in our general direction. That’s when it finally dawned on me what was happening. I grabbed Adam, raced inside, and put “the zombie plan” into effect. I handed Adam the stuff I had gathered from the garage, hunted down the cats, stuffed them into their carriers, and tossed them into the crawl space. They’re sitting in their cages with their ears back, hissing. They’re not too happy with me right now, but they can deal. At least they’re not in danger of becoming a zombie snack for the moment. Lastly, I grabbed some water bottles, a flashlight, and something to munch on.
The crawlspace isn’t the best place to be right now, but it will have to do. For one,doomsey and I haven’t gotten around to cleaning up the torn insulation from when the squirrels got in our attic. This can’t be good to breathe in for a long period of time. Unfortunately, I have no idea how long we’re going to be up here.
[Edit: Ugh! There’s also a couple of squirrel turds up here still. Yuck!]
I’m hiding in the crawlspace behind the bookcase in our bedroom with the jogger--his name is Adam and he’s an environmental science major at Elmhurst College-- and the cats. Our “weapons” are a shovel, the gardening shears, and a couple of knives from the kitchen. I also have my laptop (it’s fully charged…Thank God!) and Adam has an iphone. Not long ago, I ran outside with the shovel and a knife and beat the shit out of Adam’s attacker with the handle. Have you ever seen the scene in the Buffy musical where Buffy grabs a pool cue and starts wailing on one of her attackers? *wack! wack! wack!* Yeah. I was doing that.
doomsey says I have a bit of a violent streak. After she was out of the way, Adam pointed to something that was behind me. I spun around to see the drunk dude stumbling towards us. I stabbed him with the knife that I had tucked into my jeans. He’s down on the ground, and hopefully, he’s there for good.
I looked down the street and saw twenty more “drunken people” several blocks down. They were ambling in our general direction. That’s when it finally dawned on me what was happening. I grabbed Adam, raced inside, and put “the zombie plan” into effect. I handed Adam the stuff I had gathered from the garage, hunted down the cats, stuffed them into their carriers, and tossed them into the crawl space. They’re sitting in their cages with their ears back, hissing. They’re not too happy with me right now, but they can deal. At least they’re not in danger of becoming a zombie snack for the moment. Lastly, I grabbed some water bottles, a flashlight, and something to munch on.
The crawlspace isn’t the best place to be right now, but it will have to do. For one,
doomsey and I haven’t gotten around to cleaning up the torn insulation from when the squirrels got in our attic. This can’t be good to breathe in for a long period of time. Unfortunately, I have no idea how long we’re going to be up here.[Edit: Ugh! There’s also a couple of squirrel turds up here still. Yuck!]
