Drinkingt he last beer
split it with Kurt because he aske me too
call the police when you see them alltogether like that call the polivr
call the police when you see them alltogether like that call the polivr
posted by Sean T. Collins at 3:48 AM
5 Comments:
sean?
oh god what's going on?
Ken? are you out there? what's happening in ny? do phones work? call the guy.
I wish I could help.
maybe you are just partying, huh? you drunk alla the time?
how bout you others out there?
we have no weed. nyquill mostly. two spoonfuls and yer dronk and three and you can actually sleep through your friends crying and the noises at night. somone was writing about reforresting cities... ours is rewilding a bit with racoons, rats and dogs. hell, we'll hide here till moose are chewing on the weeds. we've had so many names for our clan. it's like naming a band, exept people keep killing and dieing.
we look forward to reading these and posting these. My friends and I dont know many people who've survived that we've been able to contact with this computer. we're feeling very alone here. reading sean's blog and the stories in the comments goes a long way for our spirits. thanks for writing, everybody.
Davey
Sean,
Dude. Pull it together, man. you're not going to make it if you can't lock it down. Amy needs you and we need you. Like it or not, having started this blog, you have become a beacon of hope on the net and people are going to freak if you do. Look at Dave's past few posts, man.
Come on, log in and tell me your okay. Say it enough times and you'll start to believe it yourself. i think we all, all of us who are still alive since this started, go thru a hopless phase. i know I did. it was probably about a month in. spent 4 days laying on the floor staring at the ceiling wondering when the tears would run out. then i got pissed. then couldn't bother getting up again. still happens once in a while, but I've decided to trudge on and refuse to give in. sometimes i feel more alive than I've felt in ages... all pumped and psycho and invincible. fuck 'em, you know? this is my fucking world, it belongs to us living folks and all that.
I guess this is me being inspirational.
or something.
Anyway, this is Bill from Collingswood, NJ again. It's Bill De Franza, by the way. I thought this was you, Sean (and Dave and Ken), somehow I missed your name in the upper corner last time I posted, and realized it was you while reading the archives. I know we havn't been close in a while, but it's SO GREAT to see your blog and know you guys are alive. I'm so glad you're alive, though sad to hear the bad news about your families and circumstances. so yeah, Hi guys. hang in there (how lame does "hang in there" sound? i hate when people tell me that, and then I can't think of anything else to say to anyone else).
So I've finished reading all of your archive. There's good info in there. the advice to stay inside and away from Hospitals was good. The cabin fever is a big problem, though. That's most of the reason I joined the neighborhood watch. it's a good way to feel like you're doing something positive. and it's human contact instead of isolation. of course it can be dangerous if we find more than one Rev running around. we've lost a few good people. you know how it is. being so close to philly, which still sounds like chaos, we hear sirens and still see fires, it's hard to get everything under control for too long. i hear the bridges are out. then I hear the Betsy Ross bridge is still running. who the fuck knows? there are scraps of the national guard and police, and thank god for them keeping the highways clear. we're all about Jersey Fresh produce since the supermarkets are very spotty with supplies. lots of barter since ATMs aren't running and who knows if money still "works" you know? you'd be surprised how much a bored person will trade for a book.
one thing that really stuck me was Dave's post that he had killed a several revs and even a person or two. wow. dave didn't even pretend to kill things when we used to play D&D together... somehow this freaks me out more than the news about San Diego.
This heat wave isn't helping. things stink and people are restless and mean. bad environment.
We've found those nerf footbals that scream when you throw them can distract the Revs if they havn't spotted you, so can firecrackers or small pipe bombs, but those are better saved for emergencies.
got to go. I havn't typed htis much in months and my hands are actually cramping. weird. Sean, write in and let us know you're okay. stay safe, everyone.
bill! stayalive!
Davey
thing got my neighbor yesterday when the two of us went looking for food. we've been wandering the streets looking for abandoned houses - go inside, get their canned goods, then check the back yard and see if somebody had a garden started, maybe there's something to forage. the things don't eat food that we do, they don't even pay attention to it, so if you're willing to venture into unprotected zones, you can forage a lot of stuff. So we drove up into Fridley, north of us, and the third house we went in, there was a thing hanging by its neck in the garage. who knows how long it had been there, just staring blankly into space, but when we were making noise in the house, loading stuff into boxes to put in the truck, it got itself free, and got into the house, and caught us by surprise. we scragged it, but not before it bit Bill on the hand. and I... damn it.
I can't even speak the words. I can't tell you what I did next.
maybe later.
We're having a town meeting. Well, those of us who are left anyway. The mayor had fliers posted all around town for us to attend. It's strange. It's like I like the idea of maybe finding out what is going on and getting together with other people, but I'm kind of scared of getting together where there's a group of people. You know what I mean?
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