eimarra | maybe they're here, too

I live in a quiet neighborhood, so despite the reports of my friends on the Intrawebs, I didn't think much of it that I'd seen no one on the streets since the mailman went by earlier. So I decided to be brave and check things out. Why not? My library books were due today anyway.

Once I got past the immediate neighborhood, traffic looked mostly normal. Maybe a few more cars than usual at the corner store, but nothing that unusual. And the old guy shambling along the side of the road? Well, I figured the key word there was "old." The cars pulling out of the Catholic cemetery at greater speed than normal gave me a bit of pause, but I kept going.

I forgot about Nimsky Hill Cemetery. It's just a block from the library. Yeah, the area was a lot more crowded than usual, and I don't think all the guys hanging around the construction on city hall were on their coffee break. I almost changed my mind and got back in the car when I saw the squirrel. A squirrel moving that slowly just ain't natural.

At least the library was quiet. No moaning, no groaning, no screaming masses. It was touch and go, though, when I got to the New Arrival section. I mean, history's all well and good in its place, but the Last Mohican picking up Laurell K. Hamilton's latest was just too much for me. I checked out and headed home. Hey, I may run out of food, but at least I've got plenty of reading material.

Worst comes to worst, I siphon oil from the heating tank (we've got over 800 gallons right now), soak some of the paperbacks and launch them at anyone who comes too close. Or maybe I'll start with old textbooks--they'll pack more of a wallop.