I've never regretted Ireland's gun laws until now.
To anyone who reads this: my last known location is the Electric Dragon internet café in Blackrock Market. There's still food here - prepacked sandwiches, Nutrigrain bars, muffins, etc. - that'll be edible for a while longer, and a drinks vending machine I've opened up. I'm going to leave the barricades in place when I go; it's below ground, with a narrow access stairway, and defensible. I will also leave behind me a hockey bag full of golf clubs - they're too heavy for me to move fast with. If you should read this, or find them, they're yours, and I wish you luck.
(If you're out there at all, hah. The connection here is rough - most of the landlines are down. I can't access hardly anything with images, so news sites and my friendslist are right out. I have no way of knowing if there's anyone left alive in the country. For all I know, it's just me, the axe from the garden shed, and my granddad's old dress sword. At least the British army was good for something, eh? They're gone now, along with everything east of this landmass, I should say.)
I'm heading for Dún Laoghaire harbour. If anyone else is left, they may have had the same idea - together, we might manage to take a boat out. We will wait as long as possible. If I can't find any escape there, I'll leave some sort of sign, and try and find something along the Liffey quays.
I haven't seen anyone alive in days. There's no television, no radio, no phones. I was lucky to find this place. All I can do now is keep fighting, keep running, and pray that whatever this is, it hasn't made it to the States yet.
Catch me if you can.
Godspeed.

(If you're out there at all, hah. The connection here is rough - most of the landlines are down. I can't access hardly anything with images, so news sites and my friendslist are right out. I have no way of knowing if there's anyone left alive in the country. For all I know, it's just me, the axe from the garden shed, and my granddad's old dress sword. At least the British army was good for something, eh? They're gone now, along with everything east of this landmass, I should say.)
I'm heading for Dún Laoghaire harbour. If anyone else is left, they may have had the same idea - together, we might manage to take a boat out. We will wait as long as possible. If I can't find any escape there, I'll leave some sort of sign, and try and find something along the Liffey quays.
I haven't seen anyone alive in days. There's no television, no radio, no phones. I was lucky to find this place. All I can do now is keep fighting, keep running, and pray that whatever this is, it hasn't made it to the States yet.
Catch me if you can.
Godspeed.

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Godspeed. I hope you can make it to a safe island or something.
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Sorry. I'm on edge.
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No cases in the Bahamas that I know of, but there are a lot of fires. Several of them are inbetween me and the nearest gun store, and my family is starting to eye that road warily. One of the problems with being a nation dependent on tourism is that we get a lot of people in. a lot that may be infected.
I should just make a post about this on my blog. Look, I'll try to post, if the connection holds up.
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I'd almost prefer that to birds, though.
Good luck.
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Funny thing, though; between me and the graveyard is a major telecommunications station, big dishes and everything. The zombies don't seem to be messing with my DSL.
You know what's really ironic? The connection has been spotty for the past week. It's finally back up, just in time for the Zombie Apocalypse. >:|
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