I am so damn screwed it's unheard of. I mean, I always used to think, "Huh, maybe I should learn how to fence, just for fun," or "It might be useful to learn tae kwon do or something like that." YEAH, NOW WOULD BE ONE OF THOSE USEFUL TIMES. I mean, what the hell do we have in the house that's useable? I know we've got some wooden swords, a few prop daggers...whatever's in the kitchen, but that's not nearly large enough...all of those bottles of alcohol in the cabinet could have potential if I had a DAMN LIGHTER...

Just...just GAAAAH. Our house is old, only one story; easy to break into! And I can't defend myself! I'm just kind of holed up in my room listening for anything, which is only making it worse. I haven't tried calling my family, so I have no clue if they're okay or not.

I suppose the only thing saving my ass is that the particular zombies prowling around here don't seem to be all that smart...well, as smart as zombies can be, I guess. It kept tapping on the window and going "We're not unreasonable! I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes!" I'm not stupid, zombieface! Like my eyes will MATTER AT ALL IF MY BRAIN'S GONE! But thankfully, since it just keeps trying to negotiate and schedule meetings, it hasn't actually tried to break any of the windows yet. I can only hope it won't wise up eventually.

Fugdamn. And just yesterday I was pwning zombies by the dozen in FFXII. Figures that irony would be this cruel.

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