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Rambo sucks
I don't know beguine personally but a useful LiveJournal post just turned up earlier this morning with more information about the Dead, outside. I'm skeptical about some of it but it's the most complete information I've found so far. But why would a walking corpse be stopped by affixing something through its heart?

Then again, why should the same hold true for its brain?

Either way, I'm not about to put that advice to the test if I can avoid it. That the synopsis comes from a guy jokingly called "Mulder", I'm not keeping my hopes too high.

There are more paramilitary forces out there than I'd seen on the roads coming in this morning. The circuits are still busy and I'm wishing, now, that I owned a cell phone. We lost the barricades on the front of the DR building about an hour ago. It wasn't due to the cadavers, however: it was an assault-rifle toting idiot shooting at them from the outside!

According to my co-workers, he was all dressed in camo and roared up in his sports car as he started firing.

Honestly, who drives around in a convertible with the top down during the Apocalypse?

The idiot's ammo ripped through our cubicle barricades, taking down both Thom and Cassie from the Fraud department. Seven others were injured while the corpses just didn't seem to care. More than half of them ignored their body wounds and staggered towards "Rambo" while the other three peeled themselves off the bloody front of the building and started trying to get in through the newly-formed holes where windows and cubicles used to be.

I missed the first part of the fight. I was deep in the Site Design area where I've been holding up and searching the Web for signs of help or instructions on what to do. When I heard sounds of fighting, I ran out with one of those IKEA umbrellas my boss bought us and started using it like a club. Not the best weapon but it's five feet long and can be used as a poking stick to keep the things at arm's length.

The rest of the office staff did more than me, but between all our efforts, we got the creatures back outside and boarded up the hole "Rambo" created.

They told me all about him, even though I couldn't see any sign of our would-be "savior". His car was still there -swarming with undead like maggots on ...well... on a corpse- but there was no sign of him. I don't normally wish people dead but I do hope his idiocy gets him killed before any more innocents have to suffer for his bravado.

Reading up on other bloggers' description of the reanimation process, we put Thom and Cassie's bodies outside the back security door; no one felt comfortable dismembering them. I made a quip about "If you love something set it free; if it returns, it was meant to be ... if it doesn't, your brains won't get eaten."

No one else thought it was funny.

There are 21 of us left, including myself, and I'm starting to feel like I may have found a good, defensible location but at the cost of being too far away from those I love.

astor_apatosaur reports that there are "riots" near him in Philadelphia. He has plenty of guns (he's the good kind of "gun nut") but he's low on ammo. Wish him luck, people...

In the meantime, I'm keeping the bloody umbrella.

EDIT: Oh, great: the lights just flickered on and off again. We've had three power outages this spring, so far, and the generator always kicks on shortly thereafter. Luckily, we still have power, though, and I'm hoping we can hold out for longer before having to deal with rationing electricity. When active, the generator sounds like a jet engine taking off and I'm not convinced that the noise won't summon more corpses if it starts up.

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