The Outbreak

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Woke up to someone banging on the front door, over and over and over again. Peeked out the window, didn't recognize him, figured it was for the landlord. Tried to go back to sleep but the guy kept banging. I didn't want to go downstairs to find out in person from the landlord what was going on because then the guy who was banging would be able to see me in the landing, so I called. When the phone rang I heard the guy start banging even harder, like he was throwing his shoulder into the door. Sure enough about five seconds after my landlord picked up I heard the glass door break, then thudding against the wooden door behind it. My landlord said that no, they didn't know him, and they didn't want to open the door to ask him what he wanted because (what I couldn't see from up here) his right ear was missing. They'd called the police an hour ago. Then he asked me if I'd seen the news at all this morning.

Once I saw what was going on they asked me if I wanted to come down into the basement with them, but I didn't, not with that guy still at the front door. I actually figured it'd be safer up here once I hung blankets up to block the windows. Once we did that I called my parents. They were still okay except that one of their cats had jumped out of a hole that their next-door neighbor had accidentally shot through their window when he was firing at somebody. Ryan was worried about his girlfriend but I told him to stay put.

By around lunchtime when the news started ignoring the regulations and showing the bodies we realized the banging had stopped. I peeked out from behind the towel we hung on the front window and saw the guy lying on the front lawn. His hair was wet-looking and matted down in one place and he wasn't moving. I didn't want to leave Amy but I knew I needed to talk to Kurt (landlord) so I ran downstairs, but they'd locked the door. So I ran back upstairs and called again. This time they'd disconnected the phone on the ground floor, so we didn't attract any attention. I ran back downstairs and once Kurt opened the door we crawled across the living room and down to the basement. They'd had to muzzle their dog but they were otherwise okay. Basically Kurt had taken one of the swords he had from his martial arts days, opened the front door and brained the guy. Just as he was closing it up again he saw another one run down Jerualem Road after a car riding on rims. Also, something at the gas station was on fire, but he figured that if it had been the pumps we'd have known it by now. He asked if I knew how to fire a gun but I didn't.

When I got back upstairs I vomited, which scared Amy worse than anything else so far. But I think that was a one-time situation--I'm trying to keep it together much better than that now. I'm trying not to think about it. I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and ate it, and I made Amy eat something or else I knew she wasn't going to eat at all. She had ceral. We had to turn the TV off while we ate.

Finally around 2 the police came by the house, but Kurt said that they didn't even ask him any questions when he opened the door, they just saw the guy on the lawn and told Kurt to stay indoors. I looked through the side window as they drove away and there was this huge reddish-brown smear on the trunk and rear bumper. I also noticed that the fire at the gas station was out.

I don't know, I'm fucking tired, I'm writing this in a closed bathroom so that none of the light escapes. My parents and brother and sister were still fine last time we were able to get through. Amy's parents too, things aren't as bad out there still. (I want to tell you that Bobo passed out again today at the vet, because that is still important, I don't care.) We turned the TV off because of the light once it got dark out--this was right around the time they all started showing that church. It felt like it got a lot worse after the sun went down. That's when we heard the car crash, I guess into the 7-11. The last time I looked outside the 7-11 guy was in our backyard. Every once in a while he yells. Then the old lady next door's dog barks and you can hear one banging on her side door. Most of the guy on the lawn's body is gone now. Not all of it, though, not FUCKING all of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I still, I don't know. Amy gave me some ambien.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

What precisely is happening on the news there?


Monday, March 28, 2005 3:08:00 AM  
Blogger Sean said...

We stopped watching because what the hell. Just look out the window. Jesus, how are things in the UK?

Tuesday, March 29, 2005 12:43:00 AM  
Blogger Alex said...

Yeah, what is going on?

Tuesday, March 29, 2005 7:25:00 PM  

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