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March 2017



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It's always the quiet ones.

It's getting dark on the mountain, but we're not all dead yet.

Well, mostly.

Dave must have got Mary when he attacked her, because after about three hours barricaded in the bedroom, she started growling and went for Richard. Christopher, Chris, Dale, and I managed to haul her off, and Dale pushed her out the window, but she got ahold of him and he was bleeding. He went off on his own--he said "to finish this," and I'm really scared for him. He saved my life about a dozen times today.

Christopher, Chris, and Richard and I decided to make a break for it. Christopher has his bike; he thinks he can outrun them on it. I wish him godspeed; he's going to try to send back help. He's a brave man.

When we broke out, we found Gavin. God help me, I thought he'd gone into town with the others, but there he was battling up the stairs with a torch in one hand and a fire extinguisher in the other.

He was magnificent.

It just wasn't enough.

Richard and I are the last ones now, and.... Well. He's going to try to make it to the lodge; some of the goldsmiths are in there and they have a fire going. Maybe there's a little safety in numbers.

It's so funny. When we came up here, we were joking about how it was the perfect setting for a slasher movie. There's only one road out, the doors don't lock, it's isolated and spooky. We even started assigning people roles: Mary was going to be the good girl who survived, Richard was the serial killer who decoyed us all up the mountain on a pretext.

Isn't it ironic?

Me? I'm going to siphon some gasoline from the truck into all these empty diet coke bottles. I've got a lighter and the sheets from the bed. They travel in packs. Maybe I can attract a lot of them, all together.

There's a creeping numbness in my leg, and a lot of pus in the wound already. I don't think it's going to get any better.

The flies are already hovering.


Keep up the good fight, darling. Your courage will be remembered (assuming any of us survive this.)
Creepy goodness.

I wish I had a zombie movie handy to *watch*.
You rock, woman. See you on the other side.



Don't do the get-lots-of-them-together thing. I tried it (details at: http://d1sc0r0b0t.blogspot.com ) and got eaten.

Interestingly, they have Internet access in Heaven. Also good coffee.

Re: No!

Hang in there. I've now barricaded things. It's still bad around here.
Did you try salt on the wounds? Did it do anything? Can we do anything?

It's just a little fucking scrape on my hand, that's all. I've had worse papercuts. It doesn't even itch, really.

I really need to know.

Sorry the vacation isn't working out . . .

I think you're right about the leg. Hate ta tell ya this, but if the wound is low enough, your best bet is to chop it off and hope for the best.

Oh, first tho, might want to try drinking a lot of holy water if you can get to some, some of the other journals indicated that might burn it out of you, if it doesn't burn you up in the process. Hope you read this paragraph before running off to take my advice in the previous . . .

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This is great!
Just stopped by to say I found some awesome "Revelations" lit meta and posted about it just now here and on cm_squee. Let's hear it for slo-mo.

The zombie apocalypse was so fun! I didn't know about it and started reading my flist...