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Oh God, it's terrible. They got Brian. He pushed his way in, and Al was with him, and the others went at them with any equipment they could swing... those old magnetic tape drives finally came in handy for something, I guess. I didn't look. I stayed in my box and didn't peek, like the coward I am. I could hear the shouting as the living killed the dead, and then killed the other bitten before they turned. I heard Charles yell "Oh shit! I'm bitten!" in that slight Nigerian accent of his, and then Andy say, "I'm so sorry, man" before bashing his head in with a keyboard. He recounted it all for me, and then, when he noticed the teethmarks in his arm, he lied down on the ground and made me push an old printer off the top shelf on his head... you know, one of the huge old HPs. I don't even know how they got that thing up here.

Now it's just me, alone in the supply closet. The door is heavy, and swings shut on its own, and everyone who had access is already in here... dead. I can smell the blood and the gore all around me, and I can still hear the screaming outside. I'll never get out of here. I'll be stuck in this room, with reeking, rotting corpses for days, and I'm already having trouble keeping my stomach where it is. I'm going to go crazy.

Somehow the router is still up, but the battery on this laptop is going dead... goddamn it, Dell was supposed to send us a replacement for that, too. I'm sure there's a charger in here somewhere, but that would mean descending to the ground level and stepping over the bodies... and then I might not be able to climb back up.

laurion, bleemoo, I hope we all hold out long enough to make it through. asdr83, laura47, eternalcow27, RUN. Run fast, and run far. Don't look back. Get safe.

Shit, only a few minutes left. This may be my last post ever. So, y'know, just in case....

Hume, Sheena, I'm sorry I still owe you money. God, husband, I hope this isn't happening where you are. Japanese zombies are not as funny as you'd think. Poor Mr. Mori gave such a nice speech at the awards breakfast this morning, and now all he can say is "blaaaaiiins." Nikki, flee for Japan before it's too late. Find Sheena.

Sandler, if you see this, tell John I said not to worry, and good-bye... you know, just in case.

Now I'm going to stay here, on this shelf, in my box, curled on my side, with no way to contact the outside world, in a room of stinking dead people. Dear Lord, have mercy on us.

1 minute until battery death.

We always joked Grad would be the best place to hide at a time like this... hell, even if it wasn't, at least I'd be dying in Boston.

Oh God, I could die laughing, if they don't get me first. I got my first paycheck today... I was going to pay off my credit card, and pay back my mom, and put aside money to pay back Pat... I was so excited...

Even when they started coming, we thought it would be ok... I'm on the third floor and the windows are hard to break, and they were having trouble getting in without passkeys... then they got a few of my co-workers on their way back from lunch. The whole place is as good as gone now.

I grabbed a testing laptop and locked myself in the IT supply closet. Only a few people have passkeys for this room, and most of them are in here, piling computers and equipment in front of the door. If we can move one of the shelving units, we might have a chance... y'know, if we had rations. Damnit, I should have raided the vending machine first.

It's no use, the units are too heavy... maybe if we empty them, move them, and put everything back on to make them heavy again? We'll think of something.

There's no windows here, so there's no way to tell how long we'll have to wait it out... at least a day or two, to be sure... if they don't get Al or Brian. I think those are the only other guys who could get in here. Oh God, I hope Brian's ok. He's exactly the kind of guy I wish had been my dad, and Al's like an extra uncle. I should have looked for them first.

Oh damn, the doorknob's rattling. What if they find a way in? There are plenty of boxes I can fit in... if I climb to the highest shelf, they probably won't be able to reach me... and if I hide in the box, they might not be able to see me... maybe I can be make it.

Please, stay safe. Run. The door's still rattling, I'm afraid they'll break the door handle and they'll be able to get in. The other guys are too heavy to get to the top shelf, but they offered to boost me up there and hand up the box and laptop after me, so I'm going to go do that before it's too late.

Jesus Christ. Zombies. Well, at least it's not reavers.


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