Be Prepared
Dec. 4th, 2007 03:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
One of those things, like reading the chemical ingredients of all the things in the bathroom (you do that, right?):
Do you regularly check the places you sleep and assess them in terms of escape routes in case of zombies / xenomorph (/other) attack?
I do.
It just struck me that might not be entirely normal.
In other (related) news, I had two MARVELOUSLY scary things happen this evening.
On the way home from buying booze, I walked past a house on my (VERY urbane, suburban - AND THEREFORE ZOMBIE-CENTRAL) street, and SHAT myself to hear insistent, desperate scraping, as of a key in a door FROM THE INSIDE. Of a PITCH BLACK house.
CLEARLY ZOMBIES.
Then, just now, 'went for a ciggy out the back and heard the sound of heavy metal objects rustling and dropping against each other, then the telltale "Zombies sliding the manhole cover over" sound of metal against metal (followed, naturally, by a long silence).
I'm not mental. I'm just cautious.
Do you regularly check the places you sleep and assess them in terms of escape routes in case of zombies / xenomorph (/other) attack?
I do.
It just struck me that might not be entirely normal.
In other (related) news, I had two MARVELOUSLY scary things happen this evening.
On the way home from buying booze, I walked past a house on my (VERY urbane, suburban - AND THEREFORE ZOMBIE-CENTRAL) street, and SHAT myself to hear insistent, desperate scraping, as of a key in a door FROM THE INSIDE. Of a PITCH BLACK house.
CLEARLY ZOMBIES.
Then, just now, 'went for a ciggy out the back and heard the sound of heavy metal objects rustling and dropping against each other, then the telltale "Zombies sliding the manhole cover over" sound of metal against metal (followed, naturally, by a long silence).
I'm not mental. I'm just cautious.
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Date: 2007-12-04 03:28 pm (UTC)One night, I heard a scary noise out back, & looked for something heavy.
I picked up a hand-drill in one hand, & a hammer in the other, & tiptoed into the dark yard. There was a rattling sound, I was sure.
I looked about the yard, no one there.
I opened the back gate & peered left & right along the driveway.
I decided not to creep next door & check there, 'cos I'd started to think that all I'd heard was water dripping into a broken plastic flowerpot, rattling in the gutter.
I went back to bed.
Next morning, I was leaving for school, when I saw there were police outside the back of the bar next door.
A man WITH AN AXE had smashed through the back door of the place & stolen bottles of booze & some cash.
Hand-drill & hammer teen against AXE MAN... I don't fancy my chances!