nekosensei

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Jesus! I heard glass tinkling downstairs. I think someone is trying to break in. Adam started to scream and I knocked him unconscious. That will shut him up for awhile. I know it’s cruel, but I can’t let him give away our hiding place.

Update 1:

I hear several of them in the kitchen. I think they’re going after the food because I hear boxes and bags being ripped apart.

*crash!*

Jesus! It sounds like they’re taking the fucking place apart.

Update 2:

Guh! I hear people on the stairs. oh shit oh shit oh shit. I feel like my heart is going to stop from sheer terror.

Update 3:

They’re in the bedroom. I hear them stumbling around. Oh God do they smell bad. I think I’m going to hurl.

*silence*

*grunt*

*long, uncomfortable silence*

*grunt grunt grunt*

*silence*

*chewbacca like yell*

*more silence*

*grunt*

*shamble shamble shamble*

Update 4:

I can’t believe it. They’re headed back downstairs. They don’t know we’re up here.

*big sigh of relief*

Update 5:

The zombies are still downstairs (I guess they didn’t think anything of note was upstairs), and they’re currently fighting over the food. I heard them screaming shrilly at one another. It sounded like something out of a graveyard. (Oh wait!) Just now there were a couple of loud crashes. Sounds like some of them are fighting with one another. I distinctly heard one of them fall on the coffee table and break it. For now, the fighting seems to have stopped. There’s this gnawing sound coming from downstairs. I think one of them died and the others are eating him. Blergh! I want to throw up.