Flatline Jack's Ramblings

Blog Like It's the End of the World
The event is here:
http://myelvesaredifferent.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-like-its-end-of-world-bliteotw.html

The history is here:
http://kenshin-no-miko.livejournal.com/2007/06/13/
and here:
http://akanepanda.livejournal.com/184143.html

An hour ago I was mocking Jenny for updating her LJ in the middle of a crisis. Now I see the benefit in having something to keep your fingers busy and to get your thoughts in order. I'm also one of the few people with a laptop here, and the second I let it become idle someone comes up and asks if they can use it to contact a family member we both know is already dead, and possibly chewing the face off the next person on their must-call list.
Our offices have always been the most crowded in this building. We have a veritable melting pot of people that pretend to like each other on a daily basis. Toss in a global emergency and take away the air conditioning and those walls start coming down real fast. I was literally called a "cracker" and had my hand slapped when I tried to add a Hot Cocoa packet from the break area to my small stash of rations. And that was by a girl in accounting that is only half Chinese. As anyone could have predicted, Customer Service used their street smarts and real life skills to claim most of the 5th floor. Most of the company owners and legal department tried to bolt the second the news came in, and I've already spotted at least two familiar Perry Ellis suits shambling in the hordes outside, so you can guess how well that worked out for them.

Looking out there now, I'll admit I take a tiny satisfaction in seeing the small yap-dog going berserk in the wrecked 2007 Beemer at the corner of Wilshire and Highland. Thousands of bodies smashing past the abandoned cars looking for an extra morsel of food, but even these remorseless savages find purebred rat dogs to be distasteful.

Of course I told Sarah to stay put until I could get to her. To bunker up and on the second floor. Of course she reacted by completely ignoring me, telling me she was on her way to where I was, randomly apologizing for not sending me to work with a lunch, and then hanging up and not answering her phone for the past 3 hours. Oddly, I’m not as worried as I should be. She has sort of a glitter-filled aura that somehow gets her through insane circumstances that would ruin others. That, and it’s a monster movie setting, which people like her and I have been preparing for since we were 8. Now, if the animals were affected by this thing... If there were little zombie squirrels and deer or something, THEN I would be worried. She’d run into of them like an open hug.

Heh, feels good to laugh. I know she won’t make it here to Hollywood, it’s just not possible, but she’ll be fine.

For now I just have to keep my mind on my own troubles. The 10th floor of this building houses (the late) Johnny Cochran’s law firm. An hour ago I saw a zombie across the street still dressed in his Radio Shack polo shirt, trying to organize human eyes and teeth on the sidewalk as though they were store inventory. His daily routine was so set that even now those neurons are still firing in the back of his head, making him stock those shelves. There’s still a little bit of him left in there.

And I’m in a 10 story building made up mostly of law firms. And lawyers.

Today’s definitely gonna suck.

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