Weirdness...

There's something weird in the air tonight. It's like.. a feeling of impending doom. I can't quite place it, but I feel like I shouldn't go to sleep yet, even though I'm tired. Even though I'm actually pretty exhausted. Like something's about to happen, maybe even already beginning to happen.

It's kind of giving me the creeps.

Does anybody else feel like this?

It's like I can feel the world dying. I've had it happen once or twice, when some major disaster struck; I had this aching pull, this unexplained nervousness before I ever knew something had happened. It feels worse now.

I've really got to get some sleep, it's probably just that I'm overtired. I'm gonna go dig out my iPod and put something calming on. Maybe Iron & Wine, that's been my music of choice for the last few days.

I'm not even in my pajamas yet.

Oh, and just as I'm actually thinking about settling down and sleeping, the neighbors start making noise. What is this, party time, all the sudden?

Uggghhh, I just need to finish this story I'm reading and get some shut-eye. I'll deal with the world tomorrow.

(x-posted to: wild-dreamer @ Dreamwidth and onnakitty @ Livejournal)

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Morning..

The world always seems so unnaturally quiet in the mornings. Everyone around me is sleeping.

By a cruel trick of fate, I am awake earlier than I wanted to be, and unable to get back to sleep. First, one of my friends accidentally activates Yahoo's call function, causing my computer to ring loudly and awaken me. And then there were at least a few IMs, one to apologize.

And then there was a blasted crow outside my open window, making a ruckus. And? On top of all that? I had to pee.

So here I am, bright and early, awake and cranky.

Beautiful start to the day.

And I'm craving something, but I don't know what it is I want. I may get dressed and enjoy a walk to the store before it gets all hot out, wander around and figure out what it is that I want. I'm thinking a brain sounds kind of nice right now, as I apparently left mine behind when I woke up.

Uggghhhhh.

(x-posted to wild-dreamer & onnakitty)

WHUT.

Well that was probably the most absurd trip to the grocery EVER.

I got stopped on my way across the street by some nervous-looking guy, who rolled down his window and told me to go somewhere safe, lock my doors and find a gun. And then, get this, he offered me a ride. CREEPY.

I declined, as politely as I could, and he shrugged and said "your funeral, lady" and drove off. What a weirdo!

There was a strange lack of cars on the street, and even in the parking lot it didn't look as busy as a usual Saturday morning, but there were still a fairly ordinary number of people. Must be more folks walking to the store on such a nice day.

Then again, everyone was acting pretty strange. Stumbling around, groaning.. this one freaky guy tried to grab me, and it almost looked like he was trying to chew on my shoulder before I jerked away and went to check out.

I'm starting to think something's going on here. My weird premonition last night, people's weird behavior today..

It must be zombies. Tccchh. Yeah right.

(x-posted to wild-dreamer & onnakitty)

nnnnnnnrrrgggghhh.....

My ride to work was paved with rotting limbs.

Maybe this zombie thought was right.

Well. Definitely, now, actually.

My coworker picked me up, looking barely phased by the ongoings of the day, and continued to be unphased by our disgusting and entertaining drive to work. I believe this has something to do with her perpetual state of being stoned, tends to make one very calm.

However, the mess I found upon arrival at work was much more terrifying. Old people make strange noises, and sometimes you can't tell the shambling from the perpetual shuffle of the elderly.

I only hope the night's efforts were successful. Some of the people remain, safer than before our assistance, but I'm beginning to believe I have been comprrrrrooomised.

I found myself considering my lover's head for a time as we were driving home, and nibbling upon his fingers.

This could be perfectly normal, but the strange craving for brains and the way my haaaands appear to be turning grey lends itself to the theory that somewhere along the way I have become infected.

I think one or two of them did manage to bite me, but I'm not dead. I assumed one must be dead to make the transition...

I was wrong.

Save yourselves.