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martinlivingsokay, they're zombies.
after a while i noticed that they weren't coming out of the window anymore. i figured they'd all gone back to the ground, where they could see me. a played a little game where i'd run back and forth across the edge of the roof, and watch them all surge along the ground, first one way, then the other. it was a weird sight, like a wave made up of people, a tide flowing in and out.
they're moaning. how did i not notice that before? all of them together, like a wind.
i knew i needed supplies, so i emptied my backpack and climbed back down to the broken window. the office was totally ruined, but empty. i jogged between the cubicles to the tea room. there's a fridge there, where people put their lunches and drinks and shit. i figured there'd be something to eat there, soemthing i could take back to the roof with me, and some water too.
better than that. a dozen cans of pepsi max (god, i wish it was coke!), some sandwiches from a few days back, and a six pack of vodka cruisers. noice!
as i left the tea room, i heard a soft noise near the door to the office. i should have just gone back to the roof, but i was curious. it didn't sound dangerous.
what an idiot.
i came around the corner to the door, to see this guy crawling across the floor towards me. he saw me and bared his teeth, hissed like a snake. blood poured from his mouth, black, coagulated blood. his eyes were clouded.
he was missing from the waist down. his guts dangled behind him as he crawled.
god, it makes me shudder thinking about it. i think i went a little crazy right there, like a part of my brain gave up the ghost, shrivelled and died. the sight of it, pulling itself towards me, leaving a dark red snail trail on the carpet. i looked past him, past the door, and saw the other half of him. it seemed he'd fallen while coming through the hole in the glass door the others had broken, and sliced himself in two.
it didn't seem to bother him.
jesus fucking christ.
i ran. i climbed back up here to the roof. there's so many of them out there, more all the time.
i can't stay here. if i stay here, i'll die. i've been watching the skies for any sign of rescue. there are no helicopters, not even any planes high up. the skies are as dead as the people down there. deader. the people down there are still moving around.
sooner or later, i'll run out of food and water. then i'll starve.
i have to get out of here. i have to get to izz's work, find out if she's okay. god, i hope she's okay. i can't imagine how she'd be dealing with this. she's so sensitive.
i hope she's not alone. dear god, please don't let her be alone.
i have to get out of here.
BLITEOTW
after a while i noticed that they weren't coming out of the window anymore. i figured they'd all gone back to the ground, where they could see me. a played a little game where i'd run back and forth across the edge of the roof, and watch them all surge along the ground, first one way, then the other. it was a weird sight, like a wave made up of people, a tide flowing in and out.
they're moaning. how did i not notice that before? all of them together, like a wind.
i knew i needed supplies, so i emptied my backpack and climbed back down to the broken window. the office was totally ruined, but empty. i jogged between the cubicles to the tea room. there's a fridge there, where people put their lunches and drinks and shit. i figured there'd be something to eat there, soemthing i could take back to the roof with me, and some water too.
better than that. a dozen cans of pepsi max (god, i wish it was coke!), some sandwiches from a few days back, and a six pack of vodka cruisers. noice!
as i left the tea room, i heard a soft noise near the door to the office. i should have just gone back to the roof, but i was curious. it didn't sound dangerous.
what an idiot.
i came around the corner to the door, to see this guy crawling across the floor towards me. he saw me and bared his teeth, hissed like a snake. blood poured from his mouth, black, coagulated blood. his eyes were clouded.
he was missing from the waist down. his guts dangled behind him as he crawled.
god, it makes me shudder thinking about it. i think i went a little crazy right there, like a part of my brain gave up the ghost, shrivelled and died. the sight of it, pulling itself towards me, leaving a dark red snail trail on the carpet. i looked past him, past the door, and saw the other half of him. it seemed he'd fallen while coming through the hole in the glass door the others had broken, and sliced himself in two.
it didn't seem to bother him.
jesus fucking christ.
i ran. i climbed back up here to the roof. there's so many of them out there, more all the time.
i can't stay here. if i stay here, i'll die. i've been watching the skies for any sign of rescue. there are no helicopters, not even any planes high up. the skies are as dead as the people down there. deader. the people down there are still moving around.
sooner or later, i'll run out of food and water. then i'll starve.
i have to get out of here. i have to get to izz's work, find out if she's okay. god, i hope she's okay. i can't imagine how she'd be dealing with this. she's so sensitive.
i hope she's not alone. dear god, please don't let her be alone.
i have to get out of here.
BLITEOTW
