The Outbreak: More tips from here from what I can gather from people, here at message center central

Saturday, May 28, 2005

More tips from here from what I can gather from people, here at message center central

* If you see a huge group of revs together, let the authorities, however they are constituted, know. When things were at their worst at the beginning the crews would deliberately lure as many as they could to one spot. It is much, much easier to take them down en masse than one by one house to house. I realize in some areas this may be a problem, but as soon as you can get the word out to someone, do it.

* Stay inside. Common sense, simple common sense. Everyone goes stir crazy now and then, I know, but stay off the roads unless you absolutely have to. That is the easiest way for it to spread. Again, when things were at their worst they barely needed to go inside anyone's homes--they could just grab them out of cars like a fucking buffet. Stay inside, stay off the roads.

* Things to stay away from: Old people. Sick people. Bitten people. Hospitals. Outlookers. (as in "I'm gonna go out looking for 'em. Hand me those shells, will you?") Apartment buildings.

* Stock up on oatmeal. Three bowls of oatmeal a day and you'll be fine, if this is an issue.

* A gun beats a bludgeoning implement beats a stabbing implement beats bare hands.

* If there is a rarely spoken-about history of substance abuse in your family then do not drink so much.

* Take it when you can get it

Dave? Sam? All my favorite online friends, why the radio silence? Why why WHY


Anonymous dr. john said...

Terrible thing happened the other day in my city. There was this guy--used to be an investment banker but he's out of work now like so many of us, his son died two weeks ago and bit his wife, and ... well, you get the idea. Typical bad month this guy was having. So he decides he can't take it anymore and takes a bottle of sleeping pills and a quart of cheap rum. They figured out that's what he did later, anyway.

See, the guy has this idea that he doesn't want to die alone. So first he checks in at one of the big shelters, in the gym of what used to be the high school, about a mile from my house. He has the pills and the booze with him in a satchel, and he downs them both in the men's washroom. Then he goes back to the sleeping area, finds a cot, and passes out. Sure, people can smell the alcohol, but who doesn't get drunk these days if you can? He hid the pill bottle, so nobody suspects there's anything else going on. Until at 3 a.m. he wakes up. They have armed men watching the building entrances, but they're looking for something trying to get in. Not something that already is in.

He wakes up, he's hungry, everybody around him is sleeping. He bites three people before there's a general realization of what's going on. People in the shelter have to check their guns in, but they're allowed things like baseball bats. So the people there do eventually put him down. But these Things, you know how they are, sometimes they still have a survival instinct lingering in that brain of theirs. Meaning they get more vicious when they feel threatened. He bites three more and claws five before they flatten him.

Sunday, May 29, 2005 1:20:00 AM  
Blogger Sean said...

This is basically my worst nightmare, Dr. John. As bad as that was, imagine a dad in a family of five having a heart attack in the middle of the night, etc. And I really worry about my grandparents in this regard too.

Monday, May 30, 2005 5:48:00 PM  
Blogger HP said...

Hell, y'all out there on the East coast, shit, it's like Megalopolis there, ain'it? ... Here, with all the hillbillies and whatnot, who's to know? Buncha fucked-up rednecks on a tear or revs lookin' to feed? I don't know. Stay in town, at least. The suburbs and the exurbs are screwed. Where I live, in the cities, you gotta have a healthy eye for alive or dead that goes back to the crack cocaine epidemic in the 80s. The revs aren't that much different from the crackheads, which I know how to deal with. Everyone I know in the 'burbs is shittin' bricks--everyone that's still alive, anyway. My life ain't changed much here, except for no work and no income. I'm more worried about running out of money, what with prices the way they are.

Monday, May 30, 2005 9:52:00 PM  
Anonymous dr. john said...

it's stupidity and oblivious selfishness that's going to be the end of us. never mind the revs.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005 1:17:00 AM  
Blogger Sean said...

I don't know, man. I think the revs are doing pretty good. On the other hand, stupidity does a lot of fucking damage every fucking day. I'm sure you've seen the same things I have. Dumbasses.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005 12:02:00 AM  
Blogger Sean said...

As for selfishness, dammit, they're MY sleeping pills, MINE.


Wednesday, June 01, 2005 12:03:00 AM  
Blogger Jodie said...

Can't stay away from the hospital, I work there. But sometimes, sometimes it's horrible.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005 2:08:00 PM  

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