grimmauld vs the zombies
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THE STATE OF READINESS OF MY HOME FOR A ZOMBIE ATTACK
Structurally: Poor. Our house is old, the walls are thin, the windows are single-pane, and... hell, nothing would have trouble getting into it, let alone hordes of zombies.
Weapons: Fair to Poor. Now that our crafty Canadian Spiderman is gone, our battle-readiness has kind of gone down the tubes. I don't even have my heavy walking stick at the moment! Still, a list of the weapons we have:
1 very heavy brass-topped cane.
Astounding collecting of kitchen knives and assorted cutlery.
Two electric teapots, handy for scalding the undead.
Cleaning chemicals for spraying them in the eyes.
Oh yeah, and also pepper spray.
Saucepans, fry pans, heavy dishes, etc for banging them over the head.
Heavy books for same. These, at least, we have a lot of!
Large, vicious attack-cat. >_>
Clearly, Kendra and I need to indulge our mutual love of pointy shiny old weapons. Purely for house defense purposes, of course. *Nods*
Zombie influx: Moderate. We're in a much less densely populated area than a lot of the surroundings, and the nearest cemetary is out past University Village. They'll have to get through campus and/or Greenlake before they get to us - whooo! ...Unless my friend Lise is right about the mutant satanic cultists she says live in the abandoned school right across the street from us. Then we're screwed.
Initial position:Screaming maniacally, then fetal and trembling. We've got fair visibility from both front and back, although our recent efforts to clean out the back yard mean it is no longer the impregnable jungle it once was. Alas. I, at least, had better pray I'm not in the basement when they come, because zombies scrabbling at my ground-level window is just not a pretty mental image. Either way, it wouldn't take them long to get in.
Street position: Hahaha, no. At least four blocks of nothing but houses between us and better shelter, excepting the scary possessed abandoned school. I vote we head for one of the pubs on 56th, in hopes of meeting up with others to make a stand. Or go to that house on 50th that has the bull mastiff. Now there's a dog I'd like to have around in an emergency.
Human traffic: Moderate. We're fairly close to a major thoroughfare, but our area is purely residential and fairly quiet.
Other exits: Moderate to Good. There's the garage door that I can only open by myself about 15% of the time, the basement windows that I could probably shimmy through in a pinch, the front door, the back door, the upstairs bathroom window, and both windows in the attic, from which one could climb either down to the backyard, onto the neighbor's roof (maybe - never really looked at the distance, but I suspect it's do-able), or down the magnolia tree and out onto the street.
Retreat position: Not Great. Assuming we don't get surrounded and trapped in the attic or basement (actually, the attic wouldn't be a bad position - the stairs would make a good bottleneck, and we'd have the two windows to escape out of if we were overrun), I figure we retreat to one of the more defensible buildings in the area (like one of the pubs or small offices a few blocks away). I wish I thought we could make it to campus - the buildings there are solid, built to last, and I know them veeeery well. I think I could hold off just about anything from a position in Mary Gates Hall, if I still had my keys and card access. :P
Escape route: Umm. Poor.
Step one: grab cat, attach something long, sturdy, and somewhat rope-like to his harness in case I need him on a leash, stuff him in backpack, and pray he doesn't figure out how to get out. (I really should buy a carrier.) Step two: grab Fey's old cane, spray bottle of the worst chemical I can find, pepper spray, and, if possible, my cellphone and pocketknife. Run like hell in whichever way does not have zombies.
If my life really were a survival horror game, I would not do well.
Defensive base: Fair, if we can make it.
Again, I'm thinking the best bet is one of the pubs or such nearby. Maybe the Elysian Brewing Company in Tangletown - I think their building is a converted fire station, which would probably be damned useful. If we have time, I'd love to make it to the real fire house on 50th, but I think that's too far... and it's also heading toward the areas of greater population. Pity.
Acquiring more weapons: Poor.
We live in a total hippy neighborhood. Chances are not great, unless zombies have a secret aversion to apples, granola, or chickens.
Collecting the troops: Fair. Grimmauld has a long (well... as long as we've lived here, at least) history of being the gathering place for the group, but the troops are significantly more spread out than we used to be. As long as cellphone service wasn't disrupted, I give us a fair chance of meeting up with Sean and Kari, which would give us a much better fighting chance than just Terra, Kendra, and I would have. We can always hope that Jessie has come home by this time, and maybe Clare, too? I have a feeling we'd still be missing Cora pretty soon, though. o_O Med students = very good to have around when you're being attacked by zombies. Too bad about the whole thing with her being in Wyoming.
Riding it out: We've got food and supplies, as well as a moderate first aid kit. We've got a fair bit of survival know-how between the lot of us (I'm thinking particularly of Kendra, Sean, Kari and myself). We don't have a med student anymore, more's the pity. Nor do we have weapons. And we have a loud, whiney, heavy cat. Not great odds.
GENERAL ZOMBIE READINESS: Poor. We need to work on this, guys!
Gacked from Everybody and stolen from this site:
I never cease being dumbfounded by the unbelievable things people believe.
Leo Rosten (1908 - )
The only way to have a friend is to be one.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)
Only as you do know yourself can your brain serve you as a sharp and efficient tool. Know your own failings, passions, and prejudices so you can separate them from what you see.
Bernard M. Baruch (1870 - 1965)
Take the attitude of a student, never be too big to ask questions, never know too much to learn something new.
Og Mandino (1923 - 1996)
The opposite of the religious fanatic is not the fanatical atheist but the gentle cynic who cares not whether there is a god or not.
Eric Hoffer (1902 - 1983)
Man's main task is to give birth to himself.
Erich Fromm (1900 - 1980)
Nature is trying very hard to make us succeed, but nature does not depend on us. We are not the only experiment.
R. Buckminster Fuller (1895 - 1983), Interview, April 30, 1978
Neither should you fret too much about 'writer’s block'. If you’re looking at a blank piece of paper and nothing comes to you, then go do something else. Writer’s block is just a symptom of feeling like you have nothing to say, combined with the rather weird idea that you SHOULD feel the need to say something.
Hugh Macleod, How To Be Creative
It is impossible to defeat an ignorant man in argument.
William G. McAdoo (1863 - 1941)
When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it becomes part of me.
W. Somerset Maugham (1874 - 1965),
shoeless_girl: THE STATE OF READINESS OF MY HOME FOR A ZOMBIE ATTACK
Structurally: Poor. Our house is old, the walls are thin, the windows are single-pane, and... hell, nothing would have trouble getting into it, let alone hordes of zombies.
Weapons: Fair to Poor. Now that our crafty Canadian Spiderman is gone, our battle-readiness has kind of gone down the tubes. I don't even have my heavy walking stick at the moment! Still, a list of the weapons we have:
1 very heavy brass-topped cane.
Astounding collecting of kitchen knives and assorted cutlery.
Two electric teapots, handy for scalding the undead.
Cleaning chemicals for spraying them in the eyes.
Oh yeah, and also pepper spray.
Saucepans, fry pans, heavy dishes, etc for banging them over the head.
Heavy books for same. These, at least, we have a lot of!
Large, vicious attack-cat. >_>
Clearly, Kendra and I need to indulge our mutual love of pointy shiny old weapons. Purely for house defense purposes, of course. *Nods*
Zombie influx: Moderate. We're in a much less densely populated area than a lot of the surroundings, and the nearest cemetary is out past University Village. They'll have to get through campus and/or Greenlake before they get to us - whooo! ...Unless my friend Lise is right about the mutant satanic cultists she says live in the abandoned school right across the street from us. Then we're screwed.
Initial position:
Street position: Hahaha, no. At least four blocks of nothing but houses between us and better shelter, excepting the scary possessed abandoned school. I vote we head for one of the pubs on 56th, in hopes of meeting up with others to make a stand. Or go to that house on 50th that has the bull mastiff. Now there's a dog I'd like to have around in an emergency.
Human traffic: Moderate. We're fairly close to a major thoroughfare, but our area is purely residential and fairly quiet.
Other exits: Moderate to Good. There's the garage door that I can only open by myself about 15% of the time, the basement windows that I could probably shimmy through in a pinch, the front door, the back door, the upstairs bathroom window, and both windows in the attic, from which one could climb either down to the backyard, onto the neighbor's roof (maybe - never really looked at the distance, but I suspect it's do-able), or down the magnolia tree and out onto the street.
Retreat position: Not Great. Assuming we don't get surrounded and trapped in the attic or basement (actually, the attic wouldn't be a bad position - the stairs would make a good bottleneck, and we'd have the two windows to escape out of if we were overrun), I figure we retreat to one of the more defensible buildings in the area (like one of the pubs or small offices a few blocks away). I wish I thought we could make it to campus - the buildings there are solid, built to last, and I know them veeeery well. I think I could hold off just about anything from a position in Mary Gates Hall, if I still had my keys and card access. :P
Escape route: Umm. Poor.
Step one: grab cat, attach something long, sturdy, and somewhat rope-like to his harness in case I need him on a leash, stuff him in backpack, and pray he doesn't figure out how to get out. (I really should buy a carrier.) Step two: grab Fey's old cane, spray bottle of the worst chemical I can find, pepper spray, and, if possible, my cellphone and pocketknife. Run like hell in whichever way does not have zombies.
If my life really were a survival horror game, I would not do well.
Defensive base: Fair, if we can make it.
Again, I'm thinking the best bet is one of the pubs or such nearby. Maybe the Elysian Brewing Company in Tangletown - I think their building is a converted fire station, which would probably be damned useful. If we have time, I'd love to make it to the real fire house on 50th, but I think that's too far... and it's also heading toward the areas of greater population. Pity.
Acquiring more weapons: Poor.
We live in a total hippy neighborhood. Chances are not great, unless zombies have a secret aversion to apples, granola, or chickens.
Collecting the troops: Fair. Grimmauld has a long (well... as long as we've lived here, at least) history of being the gathering place for the group, but the troops are significantly more spread out than we used to be. As long as cellphone service wasn't disrupted, I give us a fair chance of meeting up with Sean and Kari, which would give us a much better fighting chance than just Terra, Kendra, and I would have. We can always hope that Jessie has come home by this time, and maybe Clare, too? I have a feeling we'd still be missing Cora pretty soon, though. o_O Med students = very good to have around when you're being attacked by zombies. Too bad about the whole thing with her being in Wyoming.
Riding it out: We've got food and supplies, as well as a moderate first aid kit. We've got a fair bit of survival know-how between the lot of us (I'm thinking particularly of Kendra, Sean, Kari and myself). We don't have a med student anymore, more's the pity. Nor do we have weapons. And we have a loud, whiney, heavy cat. Not great odds.
GENERAL ZOMBIE READINESS: Poor. We need to work on this, guys!
Gacked from Everybody and stolen from this site:
I never cease being dumbfounded by the unbelievable things people believe.
Leo Rosten (1908 - )
The only way to have a friend is to be one.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)
Only as you do know yourself can your brain serve you as a sharp and efficient tool. Know your own failings, passions, and prejudices so you can separate them from what you see.
Bernard M. Baruch (1870 - 1965)
Take the attitude of a student, never be too big to ask questions, never know too much to learn something new.
Og Mandino (1923 - 1996)
The opposite of the religious fanatic is not the fanatical atheist but the gentle cynic who cares not whether there is a god or not.
Eric Hoffer (1902 - 1983)
Man's main task is to give birth to himself.
Erich Fromm (1900 - 1980)
Nature is trying very hard to make us succeed, but nature does not depend on us. We are not the only experiment.
R. Buckminster Fuller (1895 - 1983), Interview, April 30, 1978
Neither should you fret too much about 'writer’s block'. If you’re looking at a blank piece of paper and nothing comes to you, then go do something else. Writer’s block is just a symptom of feeling like you have nothing to say, combined with the rather weird idea that you SHOULD feel the need to say something.
Hugh Macleod, How To Be Creative
It is impossible to defeat an ignorant man in argument.
William G. McAdoo (1863 - 1941)
When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it becomes part of me.
W. Somerset Maugham (1874 - 1965),
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Date: 2006-08-15 08:19 pm (UTC)Re: weapons
Date: 2006-08-15 09:20 pm (UTC)And you're right, I totally should've mentioned that one of the frying pans is cast iron. That's important. XD