Climbing to the roof looks simple enough, but it would be a hard fall if I lose my footing. And the sidewalk is full of the things... they saw (heard?) us opening the window and there's a whole crowd of them right underneath. None of them have figured out the climbing trick yet but it's really, really hard for me to look at them and not picture myself falling. It's like looking when you look at a really sharp blade and get that urge to touch it. I can't think of a worse way to go.
Once we leave I don't know how long before I can get back online. If the offices next door are empty it might be ten minutes. If. Of course, if they're not...
Anyway, wish me luck.
So it's not just my boss now, all three of the guys in the office have gotten into this whole survival testostorone bullshit kick and are dying to do something. It's complete bullshit-Chris is a flabby little accountant from San Anselmo for crying out loud but they all think it's their "lets roll" moment or something.
Fuck. It's like their own special, gender-specific infection.
Anyway, if they blow it Kate and I are going out the fire escape... the lobby is full of the fuckers and there's no way I'm getting caught in a stairwell.
The new temp, Lydia, is just a complete mess. I feel bad leaving her, but there's just no way.
Sorry for the lack of updates, I'm ok. The electicty for the building (?) went out.
Our "tech" guy fixed it somehow. I don't know what he did but lights and internet are back on. It's been nearly two hours since he went to fix it, though.
We're securing the windows as best we can now and staying the fuck away from them (they seem to like noise and movement) but it's not like we keep tons of tools around here-twelve windows, four of those near trees? Fuck.
On the plus side it seems to have dampened the boss's macho spirits for a bit.
But someone claimed they smelled smoke.
Crap, I just saw a group of like seven pass through the alley beside work-even from the second story you can smell them... it's not regular decay, this is fetid-maybe it's the heat? They where headed towards the Greyhound station where the homeless sometimes hang out... I wouldn't want to be out there. Fuck.
There's a rumour going around that you can use salt against them? ...
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cluegirl claims to have done so, anyway... it sounds doubtful to me but it's not like offices keep a lot of weapons around. But my idiot boss keeps talking about going to "check things out" downstairs, moron-so it's probably just a matter of time before we'll need to figure what to do if we do come face to face with these things. Man, I wish I didn't work with stupid peope.[Unknown LJ tag]
niko_hime caught some of the zombies on film. Not for the squeamish-poor man. You'd think in a city this size I could get some information on what's happening without resorting to the internet... it's weird to see the streets so quiet (except when cops blast past-and some other less reassuring sounds) in the sunshine like this. I'm just glad the elevator here at work locks... the sounds from downstairs are intermittent but ominous.
For the confused: http://myelvesaredifferent.blogspot.com/2
