20:30 HOURS
Friday, 02 October 2009
Some makeshift shithole in Imus, Cavite, in the Philipppines
So I'm here in my bedroom, my notebook computer on my lap, with my 32" LCD TV on before my eyes, with the news announcing that a hilariously-named supertyphoon (or hurricane in Western terms) called Pepeng is coming to wreak havoc upon the country. I tried my best to keep my fingers hitting the keys on my keyboard as much as possible, ignoring the cold sweat that prevents my palms from getting any grip on the aluminum frame of my laptop.
For now, I wonder if my house is well-protected and distanced from the danger zone. The news also said that it's lights out at 9PM tonight, which means I'll be down to batteries in my house - from AAs to 9-cells scattered about. My internet connection will be reduced to the new USB 3G modem I got when I replaced my shitty PCCardSlot2 modem (since PCCardSlots are obsolete).
I've built a barricade made of scattered materials, preferably plywood, on my doorway, to keep water, strong gusts of winds and faggots looking for shelter from coming in. In addition to the "protecting myself from faggots" part, I took the liberty to arm my Beretta M9 pistol, together with my Mosberg shotgun. If they're going to seek refuge on my home, they should talk to my 12-gauge first before entering.
Wait a minute, I just heard a loud thump outside. Could it be some retard trying to get in my fortress? Or floodwater already coming in when I don't even hear any rain yet? Or worse, it could be zombies. Fuck it, I'll stick with zombies. Defending yourself against reanimated creatures is way more fun than keeping yourself alive from inanimated beings.
I'm just gonna grab my 9mm, peer out my vantage point, and cap any dumbass stupid enough to call for help outside and bang on my wooden barricade. Oh, the hilarity.
