Zombies... meh.

My supervisor gave me a verbal warning about bringing up my reality issues in my telephone conversations with clients who call about missing their appointments. She hadn't seen the news yet. Memphis (or the areas where my clients live) seems to be hit pretty bad with the zombies, but around here, the large chunks of them are going for downtown.

Yeah, right, zombie uprising. Of course, now they believe me. We're okay as long as nobody opens a door to a stairwell, which happened on the third floor. Downside, that cleaned out the training staff. Upside, we got sufficient warning.

Of course, this being a government building, there is a strict "no weapons" policy. I figure we can hold out for a couple of days. I have my multitool, so creating weapons isn't a problem, and the morning-star in my office is not just decorative (Thank you Christy, I hope you made it out of this mess).

I'm writing to let Himself know I'm still okay as of this writing, and to make sure Hyperactive Lad stays inside. Now would be a good time to teach the boy to shoot. I'll be home when I can. (Yes, I'm still using the code names. Just because we were handed an Earth-sized hand-basket is no call to let go of security procedures.) I suppose this will teach Hyperactive Lad to complain that he is bored of summer vacation already.



((This is a Zombie Invasion post, so take with plenty of grains of salt.))

Well there is some good to come of this...

The PPOD got zombified, somehow got onto an elevator, and her card activated the lock for the upper floors. I'm still ticked that it took most of my diet soda to disable her, but luckily a couple of clerks with latex gloves were nearby to pitch the undead over the railing into the atrium.

The fact that I got to kick her in the head is icing on the cake. I split my skirt a little, but not much, because she was short. It's on the seam, so I can fix it when this Incident is complete.

I washed my Tevas and my kicking leg in the hospital-grade microbial soap, and there were no scrapes on my foot or leg. Should be okay for now.


((This is a Zombie Invasion post, with plenty of rock salt.))

Damn, I'm tired.

( Right, I’ve been a little busy. )