June 30

Nothing much happened today. Well, for us, anyway.

Bryndis chickened out on her "Raise the Roof" tour by refusing to climb the heating duct and see if there's a way get out of here that doesn't include, first, being eaten by a Zombie and, second, becoming one of the 'said' Zombies. She claims it's too windy and with her heels it might be too dangerous. I'd do it myself but I'm like, six foot two and weight a good two hundred pounds.

Beth has refused to come out of the change room; she's been in there almost fifty hours, or so. I've even promised to stop shouting "Zombie".

The big event today didn't include us.

A van pulled up, outside. It was a cause for celebration, as we all thought that some type of rescue was about to ensue. We were wrong, however.

The van swings into the parking lot and promptly putters out. I imagine that they were headed to the gas station, across the way, adjacent to the grocery store, and almost made it.

It sat there for a while, maybe a couple hours, with no sign of movement, except the van rocking back and forth, every so often. I'm sure it wasn't the type of van rocking that the mind immediately jumps to. Eventually the doors slid open, quietly. Out pop these four teenage boys that look like they belong to the trench coat mafia, long stringy black hair and makeup. Even, if the Zombies weren't strange enough these guys would have put the icing on the enchilada, so to say.

They jump out of the van, stealth like, and begin to creep, car by car, towards the gas station, one of them carrying a gas can.

I could see the guys on top of the Save More, the grocery store, watching, as well. I found part of me was pulling for them. Those four losers, I mean loners, out there battling the elements. The other part, though, irked by the ludicrous sight of them, couldn't wait to see them become the main ingredient in a geek sandwich. I imagine it was akin to watching a gladiator fight...back in the day.

Sure enough, the one in front, closest to the gas station, is going car by car by pressing his back to the metal car doors and then looking around to see if it's safe to go on to the next car. He backs up to a car and peers up and over the car door and a Zombie also pokes it's head up, from inside the car, and the munching begins.

I know Zombies are supposed to be mindless eating machines and I know this was just coincidence but it was pretty funny, all the same. The guy was flailing his arms about his head, hoping, I guess, to knock the Zombie away. But too late, dude, the thing's removed one of your ears and a good portion of skin around your skull, you're either going all the way down it's gullet or your one of them. Better days, my trench coat friend...better days.

The guy screams out, pretty much placing him and his buds on the Zombie radar. His friends flat out ran, no looking behind them, back into the van and slammed the door shut. I'm not sure why they all felt the need to go to the gas station anyway...you would think they'd elect one and then sit, wait, and watch. Oh, well.

We've been pissing in the trash bins and, well, we're gonna need to liberate, at least, one of the bathrooms tomorrow.

That's for sure.

Food's, also, becoming an issue. We have a handful of Paulo's sandwiches, he had been bringing a ton of food to work but was only eating a fraction of it all, and we've divided them up. But, seriously, a man can't live on half a PB&J a day.