I feel bad and beautiful

Oh God, what have I done?

Sarah - found the dogs - what was left of them.

Something had... No, someone. I know that now.

The people, they're sick. They're all sick, they have to be. Something spreading, not airborne or everyone would have it, contact...

Saliva. Blood.

The bite.

So hungry

Sarah is

I didn't mean to

I didn't want to

i'm so sorry

so hungry it hurts


Why?

I swear it's like everyone but me has lost their minds.

That guy banging on my house today? Had to have been some sort of junkie or something because the minute I opened my door to let the dog out to pee he was there, trying to push his way into the house. Colonel Brandon jumped at him - that's seventy pounds of short, pissy dog launched at the guy's pelvis - and he didn't even flinch, just reached for me and threw me against the hall wall. Asshole was probably trying to get to my Wii to pawn it for drugs. I know I should have gotten the hell out of the way and called the cops to deal with him but reflexes kicked in and I tripped him. My foot plus that extra seventy pounds hanging off the front made him tip over head first into the fireplace. At that point the headache, the adrenaline, whatever you want to call it all sort of exploded and I reached for the fireplace poker since it was the closest weapon I could find.

That's when Brandon started to whimper. At first I couldn't see what he was doing to my dog and then... I hit him. Hard. As hard as I could. He left Brandon alone and turned on me. Fucker bit me in the calf. I just kept hitting him and hitting him and he kept crawling after me.

That's when I ran out the front door, I wanted to find help. The street was empty, I screamed and no one seemed to hear me. When I came back to the house he was gone, the door wide open. Brandon is missing. There was a pool of blood on the tile in front of the fireplace and I'm hoping it was from the junkie, I really am. The cats are gone too.

I tried to get to the hospital on base, who knows what sort of shots I'm going to need - I know my tetanus is out of date. He probably had rabies, I thought. - but the gates are locked down. No one in, no one out.

Went to the civvie hospital in town. The ER is packed. Some idiot was screaming about tainted tomatoes while holding her convulsing boyfriend. Tomatoes don't leave bite marks like the one on that guys hand. Maybe it wasn't rabies. I didn't even try to get to the front desk to speak to a nurse, I just called Sarah.

She came and got me, took me to her house, dumped all sorts of who knows what on the bite to disinfect it, and told me to lie down on the couch with my leg elevated. The skin around the bite is a nasty shade of purple/blue. Then she had to go look for her dogs, they jumped the fence while she was out fetching me.

So hungry right now. I just realized I haven't eaten all day. Stupid diet, I know it seems weird to focus on something as mundane as a diet when my house has been broken into, I've been assaulted, who knows what sort of diseases that junkie gave me, and my animals are out on their own for the first time in their lives, but if I keep thinking of all that I'm going to lose it.

My hands are shaking.

I would kill for a burger right about now.

No, a steak. A nice, rare steak. God, that sounds good.

I wish Captain were here. I miss him so much. He'd know what to do.

Why?

Gah, I feel hungover, which is a complete load of crap because I haven't been drinking. I started one of those seven day, "cleansing" diet things yesterday and one of the things I'm not allowed to have (along with anything I actually want to eat) is carbonated beverages. Yes, that's right, no pop.

I haven't started the day without a diet cherry coke in two years and my body is really annoyed with me right now. I've taken some ibuprofen for it and I'm hoping that if I just crawl back into bed the headache, at least, will go away instead of turning into a full blown migraine. Keep your fingers crossed.

That is, I'd crawl back into bed if the jerk wad pounding on the side of my house would finish putting the siding that was ripped off in the last storm back on and then fart off to wherever he came from. He's been out there for an hour easy. Idiot has no rhythm, either. No wonder it's taking so long just to replace a panel of siding, he's probably missing the nails half the time. I can't even let the dog out to shut his barking up because he'll go straight for the handyidiot and I'll never get any sleep if I have to fill out paperwork when someone gets bit.

You know, I'm pretty sure the dog and the idiot are toying with each other. Brandon lets off a volley of barking, idiot replies with more pounding. I swear I am this close to finding some shoes and giving EVERYONE a piece of my mind. My really, really unhappy and more than a bit cranky mind.

Oh thank goodness, I just saw the idiot shuffle past my office window, maybe he's finally done and I can get back to sleep.

Why?

Captain said he'd call - gave me a twelve hour time frame even - and nothing.

Spent the whole day hanging around the house, cleaning out my closet of all things because I didn't want to start anything I couldn't drop quickly, waiting.

For a call that never came.

I don't think I'd be quite this annoyed if he didn't do the same thing to me on our anniversary and that was just two weeks ago.

One good thing, I guess, staying up waiting for him to call meant I was able to catch the prettiest falling star when I went to take the dog out just a bit ago. Blues, and purples and greens, streaking through the sky as it burnt up in the atmosphere.

Why?

"I was talking to Beck about tomorrow and I had a brain storm! We could watch some holiday appropriate movies-"

Captain interrupts, "With zombies?"








Zombies, as you know, are appropriate for every holiday.

Is YIM being a pest for anyone else?

First, I want to apologize to the people who read my previous entries and didn't catch the link at the end or the zombie tag and were concerned that something had happened on base. No terrorists, no weird government conspiracies, no zombies, just me playing around for Blog Like It's the End of the World day. I started to feel a bit guilty after the first YIM, and by the third person I felt really bad.

Of course, my husband thought it was hilarious and told me not to my posts down and then distracted me with D&D.

Second, speaking of Captain, his leave for July has been denied which will greatly alter our plans for the Harry Potter book release week extravaganza I had been planning on thelittlechill. However, I have been talking to rewil, and it looks like she's willing to meet us half way and pick me up just south of Wichita on the 20th so that Captain can remain within his 250 mile radius of doom and I can still hang with my friends on Friday night and Saturday.

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And finally, in better news, Blog like a zombie day has inspired me to pull out all my old "Hunter: The Reckoning" books, and I've started working on a campaign that I would like - if I can figure out how - to run simultaneously on-line through greatest journal/chat/something and here in RL with our small D&D group, which means that people who are not here in RL could also play and be involved because Hunter is one of those games where people can pop in and out without too much trouble. If I do get things sorted out enough to figure out how to run it on-line, if anyone is interested in playing, let me know.

Oh, and we watched The Messangers(sp?) last night, which would have been better if I wasn't half-asleep, perhaps. Even in my drowsy, not really paying attention way, I still managed to blurt out about fifty minutes into the movie my take on what was really happening and what was going on... and I was right, which tells me if I could figure it out while taking mini-naps, perhaps it wasn't as mysterious or scary as they thought.

It's not the fire.

Oh, God.

I can barely see, it's dark up here. I can hear things moving. Not them, not yet, but something up here in the dark with me.

The only light is from the laptop screen and some thin cracks in the insulation where they did such a crappy job repairing the siding after last year's big windstorm.

I had to leave the dog, I couldn't get him up here. I tried, but he's too big and I couldn't lift him. He's barking. I want to tell him to be quiet, but I can't.

I'm too scared to speak.

Please, if you're reading this, please come help me.

The cats are here, their kennels barely fit through the attic access, and they're complaining. Shhhh.

It came through the sliding glass door, my neighbor, but not. I knew that fucking door was going to be a problem. It just walked right through the glass like it was paper. The only warning I had was the dog, just enough time to get me out of the office and into the living room to see it stumble into the yard before it charged us.

Somehow, I don't know how, but somehow I ended up in the garage, I tripped over a pile of Captain's crap and nearly bit my tongue in half when my head hit the concrete. But that's when I saw the baseball bat. It came at me, the dog hanging off of one of its legs, biting at it. I swung as hard as I could and it just bounced off and my god my wrists hurt so bad but it was still coming and I swung again and again and again.

If there was one, there could be others. He had said they were coming.

How long until I lose the wireless connection? Until the battery on the laptop dies?

Why won't he call me back?

I'm so scared.

Some one is in the house, I can hear them moving arou

Why?

Captain called. I thought he was going to tell me he couldn't stop at the store, but he started yelling the second I answered my cell.

"They're coming! We can't hold them back much longer!" Something about the unit being cut down and the survivors - Survivors? - falling back to regroup.

He told me to run.

Run from what? He got cut off before I could ask. I heard someone screaming over the phone and gunfire.

I went outside right after the call. It looks like there was some kind of accident on base, I see black smoke, something is on fire.

He could be talking about the fire, maybe it's spreading? The wind isn't right for it to come this way, yet, but if it shifts... it could come toward the house?

I don't know where he thinks I can run to, he's got our car, and I'm not leaving the cats or the dog.

The radio doesn't have anything about the fire, and the cable is out again. The damn cable goes out every time the wind shifts lately.

I did get some things together and boxed up the cats, just in case the fire does come this way. I also left a message on a friend's cell, asking her swing by and maybe pick us up.

Why?

Captain didn't come home for lunch. That alone doesn't really bother me, every once in awhile he gets stuck on base and can't come home, but we're expecting guests tonight and we need to stock up on supplies before the D&D game.

I tried calling his cell, but he didn't pick up, which makes me think he must be in a class or meeting or something. I left a message reminding him to stop by the commisary on the way home.

Thought about taking a nap since I didn't get much sleep last night thanks to the stupid dog - he was barking all night, I think he could hear the neighbors fighting, I know I could, the way they were throwing things around and screaming, I should have called the damn cops on them - but the house is a mess and I still need to clean up and the dog is still going nuts every time someone walks past the yard outside the fence. I don't even know how he can see them through the wooden slats, but he can. Or maybe he hears them? Smells them? Whatever, it's annoying the hell out of me and I'm about ready to lock him up and throw away the key, I swear.

Why?