security tower 3 event notebook second excerpt

12-6am

Zombie sighted sited showed up about 3:30. No worries. I killed it. WITH AN ARROW. Oh yeah. Who’s yo daddy?

I totally OWN that zombie. We should totally just use bows like aaallll the time. I wonder if there are like villages out there of like the crow or the eskimos all living in peace with nature and using bows and stuff. These things are awesome. All quiet and sneaking.  BOW TO ME. FOR I AM KILLS WITH BOW.





6-noon

Ok Kills with bow. You big chief. But you still need to clean the bathroom.

Just one? Were there more? Man I haven’t seen a Z-man in months. Was it all rotten and gross? I remember how about year 3 there were tons of those half rotten ones around. The smell was horrible. I still think I can smell it in my hair when I haven’t washed my hair in a couple of days.

noon-6pm

Man. Someone needs to clean up the Z-man (awesome name. I am stealing it). He  she it is really starting to smeeeeeeeell. Or at least dump some bleach on it.

 And why are all the arrows gone?





1800hours-0000hours

Reminder to all personel: Encounters with the re-animated dead must be reported using Form A-46 and the corpse must be properly disposed of by the individual responsible for the termination. And stop using this notebook for private conversations.





midnight-6am

Thank you. I think Z-man is more interesting then zombie and less thesoreathusly then “re-animated dead”.



Any one volunteering for the raiding party next week? I need some stuff. Pretty please.

One nice thing about this rain, its washing a lot of the smell away. Seriously. Some one needs to deal with that blimp. Its all puffed up. So Gross.





6am-12

Hehehe. I said I killed it with AN arrow. Never said which one. I think all but the last was defective.

Also I am signed up for the raiding party. Whatcha need? Make a list. Check it twice.

(what the hell is thesoreathusly?)



1200 hours-1800hours

I will not tell you this again. You need to clean that mess up. It’s a sanitation issue. And you need to replenish the arrows. Don’t make me write you up.

6pm-mid

Dude. He’s right. This shit is gag worthy. Someone needs to clean that up. NOT IT.

If you see any hoodies, I need a new one. And of course will totally trade sexual favors for an whiskey or vodka or anything like that. Real. Will do ANNNYYY thing.





12-6am

Ca’pin’s log. Shtar Date 5489254556538. The cru sheme restless. The dark of night bringsh little peace to dem. Dey shcwable over de responsibilities an shnap at each other o’er shupplies. I fear der spirits ah bre’ckin.



Oh and NOT IT. And keep your sexual favors to yourself.





6-noon

What the hell is that?



I need:

Tennis shoes. Size 7. Something bright like pink or blue. NOT GREEN. Sick of the ones they issue at the supply tent. So ugly.

If you can find them. Dress shoes. Same size. Something with a slight heel. No giant bows please.

Also nail polish. You know what I like there.

Lace. Something pretty. Not black. Prefer something soft. About 2 inches wide.

1 inch wide non-roll elastic. At least 40 inches

blue satin. At least three yards.

Matching blue thread

A pair of gardening gloves. Size small. (why the hell can’t the supply keep some on hand. We need small gloves too you know. Geez)

And if you just happen to see some, flower seeds. Don’t care what kind.



And ditto. Not it.





1200-1800

CAN’T YOU PEOPLE FOLLOW SIMPLE RULES?!?! If you kill it, you clean it.

But fine. I will clean it up. Replenish any supplies or weapons that are low at the end of your shift. Is this all really so much to ask.

And the exchange of sexual favors for anything is strictly forbidden. If I see it again I WILL report you. The same goes for the possession of restricted alcoholic beverages.

6-mid

That was my Scottish captain. Have list, will raid. See you all on the return.  Don’t worry captain, my captain, I will bring you a new stick to shove up your (paper torn through from heavy scribbling)

12-6am

That is the worst Scottish captain I have ever read. Hmmm Come to think of it, I think that is the ONLY Scottish captain I have ever read. Hmmm Can’t think of any I have even ever heard of. They were all really American. Except that English dude.

Oh looks like someone has a hot date. Hubba Hubba. Who’s the lucky laddie?

0600-1200

Hi I am Jean. I am filling in here while the raiding party is out.

Report for shift.

No Contact made with living people

No contact made with re-animated people

Saw elk at 11:30

Replenished arrow supply

Noted that toilet paper supply is low

Repaired bug net

This is the first time I have been assigned to a lookout tower so please let me know I am messing up.

Noon-6pm

Oh Hi Jean. Welcome to 3.  Don’t worry about the net. It doesn’t keep them out anyways and just makes it hot and hard to see at night.  And don’t mind Bob (the elk) he comes by every day looking for food. We found him years ago when we first set up out here and started feeding him. But we have him on a diet. Don’t worry. As long as you listen to us you’ll be fine.

And yes. I do have a date and no its not you :P

And what are you talking about? What captains? Some days I think you aren’t even human. Most days in fact.

1800-0000

Welcome Jean. Please be aware that this notebook is for work related information only. Please keep personal conversations out of it.

12-6am

Oh Burn. That’s harsh. You have crushed my dreams of twuw wove. As for the captains, you just won’t understand.

Wait. Bob’s on a diet? Since when? That explains why he is so hungry when he comes by on my shift.

We’re out of TP again.

Doo be doobe dooooo. Beware the penguins.

0600-1200

I REMEMBER THAT. That was from a beer commercial. Wasn’t it? 

Filled up the TP supply. No contacts of any kind. Not even Bob. Why Bob anyways? This coffee is terrible.

Noon-6pm

Don’t drink that coffee. It’s so old I don’t think it counts as coffee any more.

Has anyone heard anything about the raiding party? I thought it was supposed to be a quick trip.

I can’t remember where Bob came from as a name.

1800-0000

Don’t feed that animal. Don’t drink that coffee. In fact throw it out.

Mid-6am

Piss off.

Haven’t heard anything. I am going by supply later today. Will ask.

0600-1200

I am sure they are fine. Most of them are experienced rangers and it’s not like we have had many Re-animated showing up recently.

Noon-6pm

Any news?  What about the radios?

1800-0000

No personal conversations. If you have something to say that is not tower related say it when you are off duty and don’t put it here.

Mid-6am

Supplies told me something is up. Supposedly there has been no radio contact.

0600-1200

It’s only been a couple of days.  They may just be having issues from all the rain we have been getting. That could be messing with the signal too.

Noon-6 pm

(no entry other than date)

1800-0000

Bathroom is clean now.

Mid-6am

Anyone heard  anything?

A walk in the city

The sky above us is a black felt with red overtones, the stars lost to the electrical glow of the street lights and buildings that stretch up above and out around. The moon set hours ago behind a skyline of tall towers, but the streets are far from dark. Light from inside the buildings and from the street lamps flood them, filling them with a light that is not bright and not dim, and is just a little orange. It feels as if there is not a world outside of these streets. 

It’s hot as well. Hot and humid. My clothes stick to me and my face feels warm and clammy. My breath is hot on my lips as I try to keep up with my uncle. It’s like the city is moving around him instead of him moving through the city, and I have to rush to stay with him or become lost.
I watch him plunge into a crowd and dart to keep up, my eyes focused on his back. He moves around and between and past people as music from a street band plays. Crowds of people have gathered to drink and dance and talk, filling the night with a living pulsating force I can feel on my skin. I feel the urge to giggle as I weave after him, the joyous feeling of the crowd infecting me a little. When we finally break free it's like breaching the surface of water after being submerged for almost too long. For a moment I am drawing deep breaths of hot, heavy air as if I had been holding my breath.

My boot is starting to feel loose as I stride after my uncle and I glance down. The laces are showing but that doesn’t mean they are untied. He is talking about how this part of the city was absorbed from what it was originally to what it is now and I am racking my brain for something to say but there is nothing there but those damned laces. He keeps up a running monologue as we pass by numerous shops; clothing shops, shoe shops, shops for stuff I can’t identify as we rush past. The storefronts are a blur broken by the occasional restaurant, most closed at this late hour, but not all.

He is talking about when he first moved here and now I am sure my laces on that boot are untied. I know he would stop if I asked but he is in a hurry and I don’t want to slow him down.
We rush past a restaurant with outside tables and there is a couple sitting with goblets of red wine; the man is talking while the woman looks a bit bored. Neither look up at our passing.
The fast pace is just a hair from being too fast but I will keep up. I don’t want slow my uncle down. And those damned laces. Now they are completely untied and they lash forward with every step. Instead of looking at the stores we pass or the streets we cross, my attention is on the laces, on not tripping on them. And on the sidewalk we are flying over. My uncle changes direction like a line on an architectural drawing and I skrabble after. A red light stops the mad dash and I have a moment to breath and to kneel on sidewalk speckled with black spots, to tie the laces, but not enough time. The light flashes green and the race is on again over sidewalks strewn with blackened gum like a reverse image of the Milky Way. We pass a couple of women dressed up for the night and he comments that the blue dress just wasn’t working and I have to laugh. I hadn’t really noticed. He comments that it probably is a nice dress, just not on her. And what a shame that she probably paid a lot for it. And I laugh again. My salty sailor uncle in his polo shirt, his shorts, and his sandals commenting on the fashion of a clubber.

Another corner and another character. A woman in a red dress. But it’s the mickey mouse ears that both of us notice. He starts the song and I join in for the O-U-S-E. We pass two men on their way to some club or event, based on their dress. Very snazzy.

The laces are loose again. Damn it. I hope he doesn’t notice. I don’t know why but I am ashamed of how they have come untied. He is talking again and I move up closer to his side to hear what he is saying more clearly. I glance down a street and catch a glimpse of chinese lanterns, red and gold, and bright in the night for just a moment. Then we are past it. The city stretches above and around us. He is talking again but my focus is on the laces and my breathing. It’s harder to keep up with my laces untied and I am regretting saying “Let’s walk” because he won’t get home until late.

He darts down a lane saying something about a cannoli and my mind scrambles for the definition, from meat and cheese stuffed crust to sweet crunchy shell as I swerve to stay with him. He asks me if I want one and while my brain says “yes, I haven’t eaten since lunch and am starving, and I am thirsty” my voice says “no, thanks, I’m good”. I want to kick myself but the words are out and I can’t take them back. He steps into the restroom to wash his hands and I take the moment to kneel down again. This time I double knot it.