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The screaming outside hasn't stopped, but it certainly has grown more sparse. The zombies stopped trying to get in about half an hour ago. I don't know why, and by now, I'm not about to create false hopes. There's a twelve year old boy in here, the youngest in the room, and he's hiccuping and whimpering by himself in the corner. His parents didn't make it.

I'm tired, and hungry, and I can't stop trembling. The radio managed to conect to a station for a couple of minutes but all we could hear was growling and slurping and screaming and then it went back to static.

Here's hoping we'll make it through the night.

In case you guys didn't notice, I had a blast yesterday blogging on Zombie Day. I might have gone slightly overboard, though, because most people's entries were all 'ARGH, ARGH, BRAIIIINS!' and mine were all 'OMG I'M COVERED IN BLOOD I SAW THEM EAT A DOG I'M GOING TO DIE.'

What? I strive for realism. *cough*

Mostly, I was just tried of all the fluffy, happy stuff I've been writing as of lately. I was soooo tempted to tell Gillian about it, though, because he digs zombies big time and I know he would've gotten a kick out of it. I didn't mainly because then I would've wanted to tell him about my zombie entries, and I REALLY don't want him stumbling across this journal. Really.

Anyway, what I really did yesterday was go to my 3-year-old cousin's birthday party. Awww, she looked SO, SO cute wearing her princess costume. :3 And it was a pretty good call not to invite Gillian, because a cousin brought her boyfriend and oh man, but was he interrogated. o_O Poor guy.

( Today was the last day of school, whoohoo! And we finally did our t-shirts (photo under the cut) )