I'd heard rumors
, but you all know me. How could I take this crap seriously. I mean really, you read all kinds of crap on the internet. For as bored as I was at work, the first account I'd actually trust
came that much too late. Oh, hells, of all the days to take the bus route that goes past the city cemetary.
The place was a mess, let me tell you.
The worst is that people don't seem to notice. Just go about their lives, until they stray too close and chomp, it's over. I managed to get back here, but I don't know if I can get out again. The construction team working on the balconies got attacked while I was eating, and they're between me and the garage. Their ladder got knocked down, at least, and with my couch against my third-floor door I can keep them out, so far. But when they're in, I won't last long.
I'll do what I can... but really, I'm not equipped for this. The ceiling is too low, and my bow doesn't have that much stopping power, especially if I have to pierce the skull at point-blank range. The couple daggers I keep around may give me just enough reach to keep one or two off, but gods know I don't have the speed to survive in close combat.
Food... well, a few days at least. If electricity stays one, I can maybe leverage a bag of flour into the bare minimum for quite a while. But gods, I don't want to. If anyone is reading this that can organize anything, send something for me.click