Zombie Thursday
[Tarvek had been at Ilsa's Place, helping build armaments, but it occured to him he had to check on the drone-children and his not!wife, at home... and, ideally, pick up some more tools and equipment from his garage.]
[Perry and Catherine, the dronelings, are fine. Just fine. Lying on their little tummies, watchin' the good ol' TV, gnawing on a couple of red, gory...]
[Ngggg. Not so fine. No-no. Not at all, not at all: Tarvek races frantically to the garage with sweet little Perry and darling Catherine racing behind him shouting 'BRAINZZZZZZZ.' At the moment Tarvek is not sure he qualifies as having any at all! He darts to the garage, and proceeds to bolt it shut, shoving the entire washing machine in front of the padlocked door. He checks the rest of the garage carefully: no further zombies in sight.]
[It takes him about two hours to thoroughly glean useful stuff from the garage. He loads it carefully into the family sedan, then climbs in himself, locks all the doors -- and goes to sleep. He's not an idiot, and he knows he works better awake and aware...and he's been up too long. He's as safe as he's likely to get here, double-locked into a secure space, with the second safe-hole being on wheels.]
[Only after a good nap does he click the wonderful Power Garage Door Opener he's been tinkering with ever since beginning to get his Skilz Back, and goes charging through town toward Ilsa's.]
[Perry and Catherine, the dronelings, are fine. Just fine. Lying on their little tummies, watchin' the good ol' TV, gnawing on a couple of red, gory...]
[Ngggg. Not so fine. No-no. Not at all, not at all: Tarvek races frantically to the garage with sweet little Perry and darling Catherine racing behind him shouting 'BRAINZZZZZZZ.' At the moment Tarvek is not sure he qualifies as having any at all! He darts to the garage, and proceeds to bolt it shut, shoving the entire washing machine in front of the padlocked door. He checks the rest of the garage carefully: no further zombies in sight.]
[It takes him about two hours to thoroughly glean useful stuff from the garage. He loads it carefully into the family sedan, then climbs in himself, locks all the doors -- and goes to sleep. He's not an idiot, and he knows he works better awake and aware...and he's been up too long. He's as safe as he's likely to get here, double-locked into a secure space, with the second safe-hole being on wheels.]
[Only after a good nap does he click the wonderful Power Garage Door Opener he's been tinkering with ever since beginning to get his Skilz Back, and goes charging through town toward Ilsa's.]