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I should have noticed sooner, I admit it. But I'm not really at my best in the morning, especially since I gave up coffee. I never watch the news or read a morning paper, and I rarely even open my curtains.

Sure, my dog started growling at nothing when I took her out, but she can be a little strange. I didn't think anything of it. So I set out on foot, heading downtown to catch a bus to work, as if it were any other day.

The sky was hung low and grey over the skyscrapers, and the breeze off the Sound had an odd, rancid smell. The traffic was light, but I heard several sirens in the distance, and someone nearby was leaning on their horn. That almost never happens here in Seattle. I figured the driver must be a recent import from New York and headed down the hill.

The sidewalk outside the Convention Center was deserted. That made no sense - there were always people hurrying back and forth there in the morning. I wondered if there had been a power outage, or a gas leak, or.... something. I was considering heading back home and checking to see if school had been canceled when a man in ragged army-surplus clothes staggered out the doors of the center.

I gave him a wide berth. Homeless guys are basically harmless, but it just makes sense to give someone space if they're drunk or high. His head moved to track me and he changed course to intersect mine. Aggressive panhandlers, first thing in the morning? No fun. I picked up the pace, and so did he.

I steeled myself to brush past the man without making eye contact. God, he stank! I was about ten feet away when I heard a low, animal moan. I was startled into looking, really looking at the guy.

His uniform shirt was soaked in dried blood, because his throat - he had no throat. There was just an open, gaping wound. The face was pale, pale, with sunken eyes and a near-white tongue that was flicking in the air like a snake's as he stretched out his arms and lurched for me.

Without any direction from my brain, my body hurled itself right, across the street, away from the dead man, and started pounding back up the hill as fast as it could go. My lungs started aching almost immediately. Fucking asthma, and I should have been doing cardio instead of free weights, because there was no way I was stopping or even slowing down with that thing behind me.

I pushed my body towards home, panting tiny sips of breath, flashes of wrongness out the corner of my eye. Abandoned cars. Shattered windows. Was that a body in the doorway? No, it was starting to move.

Not stopping, not looking behind, I just needed to get home, to get thick concrete walls and a locked door between me and whatever the world had turned into overnight. When I moved to Seattle I'd been freaked out by gun laws that allowed anyone with a driver's license to buy a semi-automatic rifle. But if the right-wing wackos were armed, I decided I'd get one for myself, so I had an AR-15 and 500 rounds of ammo sitting in the closet.

I stumbled the last block, got my key in the lock on the 4th try. No waiting for the elevator; that front door was made of glass. I plodded up 5 flights of stairs and burst into my own apartment.

Safe.

I was safe.

I let my dog out of her kennel and left her to snarl at the door. I turned on the radio and found a station that was still on. Reports from around the world played in the background of my head. Zombies. I pulled my rifle out of the closet, took it apart, cleaned it bit by bit, and put it back together, just like I'd been taught.

This isn't really a safe place to be. The sirens have mostly stopped now, but there was someone screaming, howling really, over and over. She stopped a few minutes ago. I think it was my neighbor.

When I was a teenager, I was convinced that I would die in a nuclear holocaust. I really thought the human race wouldn't make it. And now, now, to know that the world doesn't end in fire and ice, it ends in teeth...

I don't know. I don't have any words of wisdom. Just, if anyone is out there and reading this, stay safe, okay? I don't want it all to end like this. The story shouldn't end this way. I have this terrible feeling that somehow, someway, we did this to ourselves.

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mackiedockie
Jun. 14th, 2007 03:36 am (UTC)
Zombies!!!! I just knew those jokers over at the Dugway Proving Ground didn't bury all the Zombie Gas. They probably sold it to KBR who sold it to whoever ponied up...and then shipped it via the Port of Seattle. Probably the change in altitude blew up one of the canister down at sea level. Tacoma...Ground Zombie Zero.
keerawa
Jun. 14th, 2007 05:22 am (UTC)
Well, that would explain the smell, anyway.
sparklebutch
Jun. 14th, 2007 04:55 am (UTC)
Wow. You really put thought into this.
keerawa
Jun. 14th, 2007 05:22 am (UTC)
Oddly enough .. no, I didn't. I saw your post, realized it was still 6/13 here in Seattle, asked my brain "What if there were zombies around today, what would have happened?"

And that popped out.
sparklebutch
Jun. 14th, 2007 05:27 am (UTC)
Isn't writing apocalypse scenarios the funnest? :)
keerawa
Jun. 14th, 2007 05:49 am (UTC)
Watching it spread like a virus across the face of livejournal certainly is! Of course, most folks seem to be playing for comedy, whereas my brain always heads straight for angstville.
sparklebutch
Jun. 14th, 2007 05:58 am (UTC)
Well, you know, "the world is being eaten away by the evil undead" doesn't necessarily spell "yay!" to just everyone...
sparklebutch
Jun. 14th, 2007 07:30 am (UTC)
Lookie I edited :)
amonitrate
Jun. 14th, 2007 02:09 pm (UTC)
mwahh ha ha ha.

loved it. BUt I missed the blogging about zombies day. Bummer.
keerawa
Jun. 15th, 2007 02:10 am (UTC)
I would have missed it if not for sparklebutch mourning about missing it in his advanced time zone.

You could always blog about zombies at a time of your choosing.
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