Awake again.
Previously...
Woke up to a lot of noise outside my room. Out to the living room, Jack's got the TV up loud, playing a fight scene from Aeon Flux or something. He's in the corner, eyes on the entrances. He looks really rattled.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" "Dude, I tried. At first. Then there wasn't time."
He'd been trying to keep the dogs quiet, but eventually one of those damn things shambled up to the door, they barked and howled, and it went downhill. At first the zombie sort of thudded against the door, and it looked like it might just give up and go away. Then the dogs howled some more, and the thing swung its arm right through the window in the door. The barking got louder, more started coming up, and Jack opened fire. How I slept through it all I don't know - I was pretty exhausted though.
Apparently they can learn. But that swings both ways - they've learned to fear gunfire. Jack's kept movies playing on the TV, the laptops. Anything with guns. He showed me the piece of paper with the notes of which scenes to keep going on a loop, and says to switch them around a bit every so often. ("Just in case they start getting really smart." It's an unhappy prospect.)
I'm going to take a shift at the door while he takes a shower (ha! in our bathroom... The handyman didn't come today, and who knows if he'll ever be back.), then I'm going to come back and check around to see how people are doing and we'll see if there's somewhere we can go.
Jackie hasn't answered her phone, but she usually doesn't during the day. We hope everything's okay at campus, but we've had to worry about here, first. That's gotta be part of why Jack looks so rattled.
Woke up to a lot of noise outside my room. Out to the living room, Jack's got the TV up loud, playing a fight scene from Aeon Flux or something. He's in the corner, eyes on the entrances. He looks really rattled.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" "Dude, I tried. At first. Then there wasn't time."
He'd been trying to keep the dogs quiet, but eventually one of those damn things shambled up to the door, they barked and howled, and it went downhill. At first the zombie sort of thudded against the door, and it looked like it might just give up and go away. Then the dogs howled some more, and the thing swung its arm right through the window in the door. The barking got louder, more started coming up, and Jack opened fire. How I slept through it all I don't know - I was pretty exhausted though.
Apparently they can learn. But that swings both ways - they've learned to fear gunfire. Jack's kept movies playing on the TV, the laptops. Anything with guns. He showed me the piece of paper with the notes of which scenes to keep going on a loop, and says to switch them around a bit every so often. ("Just in case they start getting really smart." It's an unhappy prospect.)
I'm going to take a shift at the door while he takes a shower (ha! in our bathroom... The handyman didn't come today, and who knows if he'll ever be back.), then I'm going to come back and check around to see how people are doing and we'll see if there's somewhere we can go.
Jackie hasn't answered her phone, but she usually doesn't during the day. We hope everything's okay at campus, but we've had to worry about here, first. That's gotta be part of why Jack looks so rattled.