The Beautiful Scar

Review: The Business of Being Born
"Maternity care in the United States is in crisis. It's in many ways a disaster."
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Ahhhhhhhh! O.O

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Just updating this :)

We're still here in our house, lights off, blinds closed, drugged dogs. I tell you, everything being normal around you but knowing that any moment it won't be will wear on you after a while.

Atlanta is crawling with them according to reports. Just as I guessed. Athens is silent. No reports, no news, nothing from the east. Maybe it won't be hit so hard now that the students have all gone for the summer.

Earlier this afternoon I took my chances and ventured out back with the dogs, to let them go to the bathroom and to try and get a better look at my surroundings. The window in the front of the upstairs room doesn't give a very good view.

Everything seemed fine, until I saw it. A "sprinter", as everyone has been calling them. One of our neighbors, I'm not sure who, had gone zed, and had been mindlessly standing between our yard and the one next door, on the side of the house where we have no windows. The dogs went straight for it, but I was afraid that they'd get infected, so I grabbed the sword I had brought out with me and hacked it to pieces as it charged at me, while the dogs ran between his legs to trip it up and gnawed on his pants. I stripped out of my bloody clothes right then and there and dumped them in the garbage can -- I don't want to risk it being in my house at all. Besides, who was going to see me? Then I came back inside after the dogs did their business.

So now my lawn is covered in dismembered rotting body parts.

At least its where I can't see it from out the window. It wouldn't do much for my state of mind.

We still have power, and so with the blinds and the heavy curtains over the window upstairs, Russell and I have been watching movies. Silly things...kids movies, because if they're coming I sure as hell want to hear them. And that's not the kind of sounds you hear in a kids movie. It helps soothe my nervousness anyway.

Night has fallen, and I think they're starting to come this way. It's a remote area, but I think they're beginning to figure out who is alive and who isn't-- where to find fresh meat. People came home from work as well, and I think they're bringing the walking dead with them.

I think everything is going to get much, much worse than it was today.

I haven't been able to get in touch with anyone but Steve, who is on his way here. I'm afraid to call anyone, in case their phone ringing gives them away.

So now I wait in the dark. I can already hear the moaning.

Now I'm glad that we live out in the boonies. There will be less of them out here.

We only have a few neighbors in the subdivision still, and that will make things much easier. We can join up with Kelly and Greg from next door-- I bet he has a gun, he seems like the type that would. If it weren't so sad it would be funny -- just a couple weeks ago we came back with boxes and boxes of ammo from my mother's house. Boxes and boxes of ammo, and no guns. We do have swords in the garage, which I've already brought inside. What I wouldn't give for a baseball bat.

We'll probably hole up in the room upstairs over the garage. I've given the dogs Benedril, so they won't bark at anything that comes near the house and give us away. Up their we'll have our laptops, power, and a bathroom. If we lived in a more populous area, we'd need more than that, but I think we'll do fine out here. We have all the blinds in the house shut, and the lights off, although that isn't a big deal since it's bright and sunny out here.

I haven't seen one yet; they're aren't many cemeteries out this way. But I woke up to frightened postings on the internet, people talking about the apocalypse in Trade channel on World of Warcraft, and my dogs being antsy and whiny.

We should have enough food for several days, and hopefully the power won't go out. I don't know how long it will take for it to be contained -- in Huntsville we had Redstone Arsenal right there. And if it takes too long, all the undead from Atlanta will eventually make it out here, and then we'll be in trouble. But I bet all the rednecks down the street will come in handy, with their pickup trucks and the guns I know they'll have.

I can't hear screams or gunfire, only silence. I wish there was some noise -- cars, children, radios, something, but there isn't. Even the cows and woodland creatures behind us have disappeared and gone quiet.

I'm going to check the internet reports to see what I can find out about Atlanta and Athens, and see just how bad it is there. I'll stay on as long as I can.

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BLITEOTW

So, I found a job listing on deviantart.com for a contracted writer for the soon to be released game Iron Grip. They want a sample with their characters and history -- they need people to write out the history of their world, do short stories, and wiki entries. So here is my first attempt, and I thought I would see what you guys thought.

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Yes, I love ultimate geek weekends.

And here is this, because I've been trying to go through and lock everything down.