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Jun. 13th, 2007 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaIs anyone still alive out there? Please call or IM me. I have my phone with IM, something I rarely do.
State of things:
I called everyone I knew. Work, other work, therapist, etc. Only one answered. The phone receptionist for the other work is OK, unharmed, though very shaky. She doesn't know where the other boss is. She's in the top floor and doesn't want to get out. I don't blame her.
Doors are bolted. After much trial and error, I got some old wood on the broken front windows. Shop class came in handy.
Housemate check:
M--just called. She is resting before walking away some more. She is whispering. She can hear them.
K--alive. On the third floor. He's offered to run to the store, the local gun dealer, whatever. This is Dorchester, right? Where's an armed militia of teenage thugs?
G--His girlfriend told me what happened. He fought the good fight against them in the lab, but they overpowered him.
M--M's husband, died in crash.
B--was at the Cape. Called and tried to be cheerful. They have a generator and dry goods, so their stay will be a little longer, ha ha.
I wish I was that cheerful.
At least there is enough canned and dry food to last us. How long, I don't know. I'm not going to eat anything unless I'm real hungry.
This house was there during the Blizzard of 78. It's going to be here during the end of the world.
Update: There's the militia of armed teenage thugs. Awfully polite, too. Rang the door bell and asked if I was OK. They haven't mowed down all of them, but they are trying. I think one of them is trying to cover up a laceration, though.
I offered them dinner, but they were good. I got a pistol from one of them. I guess they want to arm the survivors. I guess I'll have to use the downtime to practice.
State of things:
I called everyone I knew. Work, other work, therapist, etc. Only one answered. The phone receptionist for the other work is OK, unharmed, though very shaky. She doesn't know where the other boss is. She's in the top floor and doesn't want to get out. I don't blame her.
Doors are bolted. After much trial and error, I got some old wood on the broken front windows. Shop class came in handy.
Housemate check:
M--just called. She is resting before walking away some more. She is whispering. She can hear them.
K--alive. On the third floor. He's offered to run to the store, the local gun dealer, whatever. This is Dorchester, right? Where's an armed militia of teenage thugs?
G--His girlfriend told me what happened. He fought the good fight against them in the lab, but they overpowered him.
M--M's husband, died in crash.
B--was at the Cape. Called and tried to be cheerful. They have a generator and dry goods, so their stay will be a little longer, ha ha.
I wish I was that cheerful.
At least there is enough canned and dry food to last us. How long, I don't know. I'm not going to eat anything unless I'm real hungry.
This house was there during the Blizzard of 78. It's going to be here during the end of the world.
Update: There's the militia of armed teenage thugs. Awfully polite, too. Rang the door bell and asked if I was OK. They haven't mowed down all of them, but they are trying. I think one of them is trying to cover up a laceration, though.
I offered them dinner, but they were good. I got a pistol from one of them. I guess they want to arm the survivors. I guess I'll have to use the downtime to practice.
