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nekare ([personal profile] nekare) wrote2007-06-13 02:16 pm
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Oh God, oh God, one of them just tried to get in.

He managed to bite one guy on the leg and all of the others went crazy and after they shot the zombie they started hitting the bitten guy with a baseball guy and now he's all bloody but it doesn't look like he'll turn into one of them and I'm scared and horrified and I've got blood on my face and I don't think the guy's going to make it, zombie or not.
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[identity profile] crooked.livejournal.com 2007-06-14 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry it took so long getting back to you. I had to take a couple of those fuckers out when they made it into the attic. For never having shot a gun before, my aim is frighteningly decent. I just thought What Would Dean Winchester Do and the rest came sort of easy. This is insane.

Anyway, I got out of the house and found this part of town basically deserted. There is a firehouse not too far from where I was, though, so I immediately headed there. About thirteen of us are holed up inside for the time being. They've handed out axes to the few of us civilians in there and I took all the guns and from my brother's safe. So... I'm okay for now.

Just take care of yourself and hopefully I'll hear from you soon.

[identity profile] nekare.livejournal.com 2007-06-14 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Thank God you're okay, I was worried. It's the adrenaline, probably, it makes us do things we'd never thought we'd be capable of.

Ah, a firehouse, that's actually a pretty good idea, if anything goes wrong, you can escape in the firetruck, right? Those things are pretty much undestroyable, after all. Good to know you're no longer alone, too.