i_amthecosmos

Um, one of the flaming zombies crashed into the lower level and set my apartments on fire.

I gotta go. Wish me luck.

You know, not having a gun seemed like a good idea for me. Until now.

*looks around for weapons*

I swear to motherfucking god, I would be at work when something like this happens. I was in a grocery store with a goddamn automatic door when the shit started. I will say this, wine bottles make an affective weapon against the walking dead, so do knives from the meat department. Nothing beats the satisifying sound of the ceramic bottles of almond oil against a head, though. That was nice.

I think the deli department did the best, also, Dennis from the meat department got out fine.

I did get to see my least favorite customer get taken down as he shuffled in from his car. That's one less 80 year old white supremcist in the world.

If I didn't live so close to work, no way would I have made it.

Doors and windows are reinforced, power still on. None of my neighbors seem to be around.

I'm on the second floor of a tiny apartment building with one narrow stairway.

I'm totally fucked.