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By Alyce Wilson

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Darn Ice Cream Truck
Jun. 13, 2008 at 8:30 PM

I'm really busy tonight, what with everything that's going on, so I only have a few minutes for an update.

The car alarms kept going off this afternoon, so I couldn't take my usual nap. I woke up out of an uneasy sleep, feeling like the living dead.

I thought it was weird when the ice-cream truck that frequents our street stopped in front of our house for an extremely long time. But then I realized that the driver was slumped over in front of the steering wheel. I went out front to see if I could be of assistance, and his face was all gray. He was suffering from a terrible bite mark of some kind on his hand, and he was still bleeding all over the steering wheel.

Realizing he was dead, I tried to figure out how to at least turn off the ice-cream truck music, but I couldn't. That's when I noticed a number of my neighbors, drawing closer to the truck. At first I thought they wanted ice cream, but then I noticed there was something odd about them. They were shuffling towards me, drooling on themselves and moaning. One of them tried to grab me, but I pulled away and ran inside.

I called 911, but all circuits were busy. Even though I kept hitting redial, I couldn't get through. Finally, I gave up and just turned up the TV, tried to get some work done.

That's when Una started barking her head off. I peered out the second floor window and saw those same creeps who'd tried to grab me earlier. They were sort of scratching and pounding at the front door. I yelled at The Gryphon to come upstairs, and he took a look.

He sighed heavily and muttered, under his breath, "I'd hoped it would never come to this." Then he told me there was something I had to read. He handed me a book by Max Brooks that explained it all.

I called my boss and told him I wouldn't be able to finish my assignments tonight, and for the past hour we've been barricading ourselves upstairs, after first carting up necessary supplies and then blockading the first-floor windows. The Gryphon's keeping an eye on our gray-faced, moaning — OK, I'll say it, UNDEAD — neighbors through the upper window. He says that as long they don't breach the house we should be OK.

Going Dark
June 13, 2008 at 11:19 PM

I only have a short time to post this. We're losing power.

I've been reading the helpful Live Journal posts from The Cousin, who says that salt is effective against these assailants. Our former neighbors were still outside, so The Gryphon moved a chest of drawers aside from the top of the steps and made a daring risk to the front porch to grab the rock salt. Fortunately, while they seemed to sense he was there, they didn't manage to break through the outside porch door.

We've been dropping salt out the second-floor window on any of them who come close, being careful not to look in their strange eyes.

The power just went out. My computer is operating on UPC power. It's beeping. It will be gone soon. We'll resort to candles, to try to stay in the light, as The Cousin advised.

Damn. I think I just heard some glass break downst

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