NEVER look out the door
Oh, I just had to go and check it out, didn't I? Had to find out what the noise was. I stuck my head out the door and sure enough, it was the guy in 105, just not so lively as I expected. He and a few of the neighbors, shuffling about looking hungry like it's fucking Shaun of the Dead or something. And now they know we're here. Guess the landlord will have to wait for me to fix the rent situation -- if there's anything left to pay for. I don't see anyone shuffling around through the windows; guess I'll just have to make a dash for the car. Keys, check; wallet, check; kid, check; diaper bag, check; sword that looks least likely to shatter when it contacts bone, check. I think Ian said he was holding his own okay; maybe we can do the safety-in-numbers thing in Boulder.