.... oh my god
Jun. 14th, 2007 02:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm barricaded in my apartment now, all sorts of shit went down in less than three hours, WTF? I took the kids to the police station and most of their parents were there too and that WASN'T ALL.
Those, THINGS. Zombies? Gosh, they reminded me of pudding gone green and moldy. Maybe it was the smell though, they kind of smelled like dirt and rotten eggs, but not really? You know how you leave the chicken out and it gets all wet and slimy and the smell that emanates? It's like that except maybe a bit of spice. Hey, that spice was smelling a bit like cinnamon; reminds me of the time my dad and I got into a fight over Cinnabon rolls because I wanted to eat one and he was being such an arse about it because he thought it was too fattening. C'mon, I can enjoy the occasional pastry, can't I? It's like he wants me to be as thin as a model, but seriously! There aren't as many happy models out there as you'd think. I'm very happy... um, wait.
NO, ZOMBIES.
ZOMBIES.
I had been unlocking the door to the van, intent on driving back to my apartment to check the internet when those things start shambling toward me. The cops behind me scream - like little kids - and rush back inside without me. I have to jump into the van and lock the door, literally seconds before they're pounding on my windows. Lemme tell you, those motherfuckers are ugly and gross and they left rotting skin on the outside. EW.
I tore out of there not a moment too late; I wish I could have made the kids stay in the van and taken them with me because the zombies lost interest in me almost immediately. Last I saw, they'd surrounded the station and were battering to get in...
But I made it back to my apartment and barricaded myself in. I'm lucky I'm on the sixth floor, but there's a staircase from the bottom to the top, and I'm hiding in my bed right now, shaking because I just checked the net and it's all over, everywhere. Zombies. Zombies. ZOMBIES. MOTHERFUCKING ZOMBIES IN EVERY MOTHERFUCKING CITY.
Those, THINGS. Zombies? Gosh, they reminded me of pudding gone green and moldy. Maybe it was the smell though, they kind of smelled like dirt and rotten eggs, but not really? You know how you leave the chicken out and it gets all wet and slimy and the smell that emanates? It's like that except maybe a bit of spice. Hey, that spice was smelling a bit like cinnamon; reminds me of the time my dad and I got into a fight over Cinnabon rolls because I wanted to eat one and he was being such an arse about it because he thought it was too fattening. C'mon, I can enjoy the occasional pastry, can't I? It's like he wants me to be as thin as a model, but seriously! There aren't as many happy models out there as you'd think. I'm very happy... um, wait.
NO, ZOMBIES.
ZOMBIES.
I had been unlocking the door to the van, intent on driving back to my apartment to check the internet when those things start shambling toward me. The cops behind me scream - like little kids - and rush back inside without me. I have to jump into the van and lock the door, literally seconds before they're pounding on my windows. Lemme tell you, those motherfuckers are ugly and gross and they left rotting skin on the outside. EW.
I tore out of there not a moment too late; I wish I could have made the kids stay in the van and taken them with me because the zombies lost interest in me almost immediately. Last I saw, they'd surrounded the station and were battering to get in...
But I made it back to my apartment and barricaded myself in. I'm lucky I'm on the sixth floor, but there's a staircase from the bottom to the top, and I'm hiding in my bed right now, shaking because I just checked the net and it's all over, everywhere. Zombies. Zombies. ZOMBIES. MOTHERFUCKING ZOMBIES IN EVERY MOTHERFUCKING CITY.
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Date: 2007-06-15 12:51 am (UTC)I wonder whether Japanese!zombies would politely 'sumimasen' while chewing on your brains and entrails...
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Date: 2007-06-14 09:24 am (UTC)That'll show 'em.
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