Tales · From · The · Heart · Of · The · Apathist

Tokyo, Shanghai, New York, Budapest, Paris, London, Reikjavik, Berlin, Auckland, Glasgow, Dublin, Cardiff, Moscow, Vienna, Sarajevo, Kabul, Copenhagen, Rousseu...
The world has fallen.
No word on Perth.
They've taken Melbourne - I've been trying to get a message through to punk_rock_nerd or merinnan for days now, but no cigar. Of course, Canberra was the first to fall. I had gabriel_pierce and ice_phoenix_x on the phone when the screaming began, and then it cut out. I didn't call back. I knew...there'd be no answer.
We've lost contact with gargoyal, out in Putney, as well as ravenseer in Penrith.
No word from alchymist in the Cross.
They're here.

I've knocked out the fire-stairs and disabled the lift. We've got enough cans to last us a year, James and Ben and I. They told me I was crazy when I started stockpiling beans, but look who's laughing now. I've started a garden on the balcony, growing carrots and broccoli, and there's that cat that comes in through the French doors every week or so.
We've got a radio, but I don't know how long the batteries can last.
Got a cupboard full of katana from when I got that business idea in my head a year or so ago. It's funny - I was so pissed off at the time that it never really worked out for me, and now I guess it was a boon.
We sleep armed, when we sleep at all.
We can hear them in the night, softly moaning.
The urge to play metal to bolster our morale conflicts directly with the need to keep quiet, to avoid drawing attention from the...things outside. I can see, them under the balcony. Thank God they can't climb.
One of them has

cryx' face.
I would say it's ironic, but that would be a misappropriation of the word.

 

I will not die today.
I'm 24 tomorrow, and damned if I'm missing my own fucking party, zombies or no zombies.
Eat boiling Crisco, bitches.
http://myelvesaredifferent.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-like-its-end-of-world-2008.html