Zombie Blog

Mother crack ass. Mother crackass pusbucket. I have to thank indigoskynet and drharper. Had it not been for your posts I would have been kibbled within an hour of getting home from donation. What I get for not listening to talk radio on the drive back. Fuck. Double fuck. I live twenty miles from the nearest place selling weapons. FUCK.

Ok. Hauling to the church now. It's got fortified doors, tower for sniping and thank god (for once) cable phone service. Thank you father Peter. Have grabbed and nabbed all deer rifles and bro's laptop, sent text, he's holed up somewhere with gasoline. Lucky bastard. He gets the burning fun and I'm stuck with the things that need re-loading. frell me. I suck at shooting. FUCK.

Edit: Crap. Catholic school next to the church is here too. Whyfor the crap?


... The next tweenager who asks why I haven't burst into flames yet is going to get chunked from the tower when Zed gets here. don't care. Yes, I know I'm your local flavor of scapegoat. Must log off now, people wish to try phoning family members again. Going to take guard duty at the door.

((beware this is a blog-o-sphere RP post for Zombie Survival day 2007. please take with block of salt, bottle of gasoline and a box full of shotgun ammo))

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dear other bloggers. Thank you. You have improved my day with somewhat schaudenfraude humor. Seriously. Dudes in california, keep trucking and blowing sh*t up. I am currently trying to explain to a churchful of bratty catholics why they need to have people strip-searched for bitemarks or wounds when they come to the door.

We're out of wine.

We have only communion wafers.

...This is not Passover people. Damnit. Now we're going to have to make a food and survival run. At least someone thought to bring bottled water. Going to leave with chum-heads to get food, supplies and find someone's generator. Odds on me making it back alive? Slim.

Odds on me killing someone if I have to explain the strip-search and bodily fluid premise one. more. time. ... damn good odds.

Zombie Blog: run for home

Hello people (hopefully) of earth. The minor gang I'm with has managed to snatch and grab all the PERISHABLES from the grocerystore and farms we've hit. The trailer is packed with a generator, food, and lots of bottled water.

Please be noting. These zombies do not appear to be the MYSTICAL TYPE. We lost one guy already to severe chomper because he got fresh with a supersoaker and holy-water. *facepalm* Side bonus, it made the rest of these guys actually fucking LISTEN to me. I am speaking into computer right now, so having fun --OUHHH DIE FUCKERDIE BY THE TIRES!!!--

...so I'll be updating via vocie with little boughts of --EAT THAT BUMPER-- random screaming as I'm going 60 miles per hour and playing texas roadkill with the Zed who have decided to tromp about near the food sources. Guys are playing protect the food with shotguns.

Think that's the last of them... it's getting dark out. FINALLY got a text from mom. She's holed up in a hospital. Thank the freaking gods. Let's hope she stays safe. Headlights are cracked but the driving's easy, thank gods I know the roads back to home by motions.

We'll be grilling over a woodfire tonight to get rid of all the perishables when or if the power goes out back home..

I'll update later. Fuck I need some booze and a nap.