It’s Friday, and I think maybe I should have stayed home today, rather than yesterday. Work is a little harder to fortify than home is, what with all the doors and big windows and stuff. Then again, we do have a lot more tools and big heavy pieces of metal to smash the zombies with. I think we’ll do just fine.

Mom and Dad seem to be fine - their offices are a little less exposed than mine. Mom’s upstairs and has thick metal doors that you need passcards to unlock. Dad is below ground and they do have a fleet of news vans that are underground that they can get out with. I’m hoping none of the reporters tries to go and get the exclusive, and inadvertently gets themselves eaten, and gives them access.

Too bad Sean’s not here - that Armed Forces training has got to be good for something. I got a txt from him that he’s squashing them in his work truck.

Ewww. There’s going to be Zombie guts all over my new desk, damnit. It’s NEW and that smell will never come out. Ew.

( Zombie Apocalypse ‘08 )