Edinburgh. It’s on an island in a no-fly zone and somehow there are dozens of zombies running rampant. At this point I’m thinking there are only a few safe places left in the world, Malta being one of them and Antarctica being the other.
Michael was telling me it won’t really be that bad, there will always be pockets of survivors no matter how bad everything gets. He also reminded me that we are in a city surrounded by hundreds of kilometres of desert, so good luck to the zombies getting through. There’s just one slight problem there: the Edinburgh conundrum. First there were no zombies in St. Petersberg. Then there were zombies in St. Petersberg. Then the UK sealed itself off to stop the spread of clusterfuckedness. Then, days after St. Petersberg was flooded with zombies, zombies appeared in Scotland. How? If they can go from Russia to Scotland without conquering everything in between then they can go anywhere.
It also means the spread of infection takes a while, obviously long enough to become infected, board a flight, take off, land in another country, then fall victim to the lunacy of science fiction. I mean, what the shit is going on here?
There are hundreds of zombies causing havoc in each of those cities. There’s only a few hundred of them and yet everyone around the world is crippled with fear. It’s like if there was one fake sighting of a zombie in Mexico City then the entire population would cross the border into Texas just to get away from it. Why? Because we’ve all seen the movies, which, frankly, might soon be regarded as documentaries.
There was a video from Estonia of a zombie with a shotgun. That doesn’t bode well. He looked like a regular guy stumbling down the street like he was blind drunk. He was able to keep a central line while walking, though. So the only difference between him and an actual drunk person? His coordination was much better. He was dressed in a cheap blue tracksuit that was covered in blood. Maybe he had been out hunting zombies when one of them got him. People were shooting at him with pistols. The zombie shot back, slowly and stupidly. Then he ran out of shells and kept trying to shoot. Maybe it thinks it’s still human. I’ve never seen someone … actually, no, I have seen someone being shot before, online. Some guy took a shotgun blast to the face. His body fell limp. Worst thing I’ve ever seen.
Wait, no. The worst thing I’ve ever seen was the Japanese girl going up in flames in a restaurant.
I have enough bread and pasta to last four days before my situation becomes desperate. Rachel is the same.
Katy just went upstairs to the roof. Please don’t let her jump. Please. Even though she said she was just going to wait it out and let the authorities clean up the mess in cities that don’t affect her, please don’t let her jump.
Part 2.
I called the embassy. They have my address here, they have my address back home. They have my phone number, email, and the usual details. I’ve been set up with a text alert about what to do or where to go. I asked if there was any chance of flying back home. Nope. We’re staying put.
Part 3.
There are zombie sales in the street. Anywhere that sells booze is open for business. There are trivia games going all around the city. It’s all because the various presidents and prime ministers of the world have announced that the spread of the disease is ‘contained’. My arse it’s contained. They’ve really shot themselves in the foot with that statement. If the situation is contained then everyone else can go on with their lives normally. If they say it’s contained when it isn’t they’re risking every human alive . If they say it isn’t contained then there will be widespread panic.
I got the ball rolling with a couple of songs earlier, just to relieve some tension. It began with replacing words in typical songs with ‘zombie’ and seeing which ones are the funniest. ‘I got 99
Michael was telling me it won’t really be that bad, there will always be pockets of survivors no matter how bad everything gets. He also reminded me that we are in a city surrounded by hundreds of kilometres of desert, so good luck to the zombies getting through. There’s just one slight problem there: the Edinburgh conundrum. First there were no zombies in St. Petersberg. Then there were zombies in St. Petersberg. Then the UK sealed itself off to stop the spread of clusterfuckedness. Then, days after St. Petersberg was flooded with zombies, zombies appeared in Scotland. How? If they can go from Russia to Scotland without conquering everything in between then they can go anywhere.
It also means the spread of infection takes a while, obviously long enough to become infected, board a flight, take off, land in another country, then fall victim to the lunacy of science fiction. I mean, what the shit is going on here?
There are hundreds of zombies causing havoc in each of those cities. There’s only a few hundred of them and yet everyone around the world is crippled with fear. It’s like if there was one fake sighting of a zombie in Mexico City then the entire population would cross the border into Texas just to get away from it. Why? Because we’ve all seen the movies, which, frankly, might soon be regarded as documentaries.
There was a video from Estonia of a zombie with a shotgun. That doesn’t bode well. He looked like a regular guy stumbling down the street like he was blind drunk. He was able to keep a central line while walking, though. So the only difference between him and an actual drunk person? His coordination was much better. He was dressed in a cheap blue tracksuit that was covered in blood. Maybe he had been out hunting zombies when one of them got him. People were shooting at him with pistols. The zombie shot back, slowly and stupidly. Then he ran out of shells and kept trying to shoot. Maybe it thinks it’s still human. I’ve never seen someone … actually, no, I have seen someone being shot before, online. Some guy took a shotgun blast to the face. His body fell limp. Worst thing I’ve ever seen.
Wait, no. The worst thing I’ve ever seen was the Japanese girl going up in flames in a restaurant.
I have enough bread and pasta to last four days before my situation becomes desperate. Rachel is the same.
Katy just went upstairs to the roof. Please don’t let her jump. Please. Even though she said she was just going to wait it out and let the authorities clean up the mess in cities that don’t affect her, please don’t let her jump.
Part 2.
I called the embassy. They have my address here, they have my address back home. They have my phone number, email, and the usual details. I’ve been set up with a text alert about what to do or where to go. I asked if there was any chance of flying back home. Nope. We’re staying put.
Part 3.
There are zombie sales in the street. Anywhere that sells booze is open for business. There are trivia games going all around the city. It’s all because the various presidents and prime ministers of the world have announced that the spread of the disease is ‘contained’. My arse it’s contained. They’ve really shot themselves in the foot with that statement. If the situation is contained then everyone else can go on with their lives normally. If they say it’s contained when it isn’t they’re risking every human alive . If they say it isn’t contained then there will be widespread panic.
I got the ball rolling with a couple of songs earlier, just to relieve some tension. It began with replacing words in typical songs with ‘zombie’ and seeing which ones are the funniest. ‘I got 99
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