I don’t know what I was thinking. I’d been preparing for this for months, knowing deep down that this day would come. I guess I thought I’d be safe here, amongst those for whom science is a calling. I thought they’d have the resources to beat off the hordes, to keep us safe.
I was wrong.
I should have known the hordes would head here early in the game.
Game? If only. No rules, no time outs. The only game here is winner takes all. I think the hordes are going to be the winners.
Science isn’t helping. Too many tempting big juicy brains around. No doubt succulent to those who feast upon gray matter for sustenance.
And now they’re gone. The guards went first, in the dead (ha!) of night. The hordes took the poor deer to keep them “alive” until morning, when the scientists and engineers started showing up for work. Poor guys never had a chance, never saw them coming until it was too late. 28 Days was right – those suckers move fast. And they’re a lot less brain-dead than I anticipated. Which is why it all happened so fast.
All I know is that, when I showed up for work, bodies were strewn about. There was no way I could head home – I didn’t have the time. So I ran for my building and locked myself inside. I’m not even sure how I made it – the rush of adrenaline blurs all.
And now I crouch here with other administrative assistants, trying to stay calm, or at least appear calm. All the big brained scientists and engineers are gone, either eaten or turned themselves. We hope we’re not next, but there is the unspoken belief hanging in the air – we don’t have much longer. We listen to webcasted news reports, realizing that, in a matter of hours, this horror has spread across the country and, possibly, around the world. We’ve tried to call out, but office lines are down and cell reception is spotty. I don’t know how my honey is doing, because I haven’t been able to get hold of him. I’m horribly worried about him, and all of my loved ones. I don’t know what to do.
I wish I had been stockpiling weapons for the last few months. I didn’t know if I could get away with it, so I didn’t try. But I’ve got a good stockpile of food and water that I’ve been hiding, so the four of us should be fine for a while. As long as we can keep locked up in this building, that is.
Oh G-d, what was that? I hear pounding that wasn’t there before! And now screeching! Oh please, no! I’ve got to go, but I hope that this record makes its way out until the living world. I pray that there still is a living world…