Yeah, that’s definitely what this day is, all right.
I can hear them banging on the windows and doors, trying to get in. Well, too damn bad. I covered and blockaded those doors and windows pretty good.
They’ll get in.
I know they will.
But, darn it, I’m staying in here as long as I can. I’m holed up pretty well. I have food, electricity, water —
— a computer —
And all that’s doing is keeping me alive.
I snuck a glance out the window earlier, and saw that freaking zombie-zilla.
Damn it, Largo, why’d you have to let the ’Zilla get captured?
The first rule should always be, “NEVER let anything be captured that’s too powerful to destroy. NEVER.”
Too bad Largo didn’t listen to that rule.
I can still hear them trying to get in.
They’ll get in.
I know it.
My gun is right beside me. I wasted a lot of bullets earlier. I’m not a good shot; I was trying to go for accuracy, and maybe got two out of however many bullets I used.
My dad (aadler) and I both signed up for gen_remix last year. Unfortunately, he was the only person at the end of it to not be remixed (he still hasn’t been remixed). When it first happened, I said I’d remix him; it was only fair since he’d remixed me. I finally started it, and now I’m finished with it. Hope you (and he) enjoy it.
She straddled him, sitting in his lap in an obscene mockery of intimacy, brandishing the knife. “Hey, Wes. You have eyes like chocolate. I like chocolate a lot.”
He came to a decision then and there. She might cut into his skin so deep he’d never heal completely.
She might make him scream.
She might even kill him.
But she would not break him. He would not give her the satisfaction.