Heard screaming downstairs just now, followed by a lot of crashing, like windows breaking. Guess it’s a good thing I’m on the second floor. Except for all that glass in the front windows, by the balcony. Turned the desks over to cover those, if only to provide some cover so they can’t see in. Amazing how much strength you have when you’re terrified.
Coworkers are back, but I’m not letting them in. Saw them coming across the parking lot, and I may not be a doctor, but even I know that someone shouldn’t be walking if they’re missing an arm or half their chest. I’ve dragged some of the heavy file cabinets over in front of both doors so nothing can get in.
I stopped checking the news reports. No point any more. Sacramento’s pretty much gone. They’re everywhere. Guess that’s what you get for genetiically engineering animal DNA into your food crops.
Oh god. Now there’s screaming next door. Turning off all the lights now, so it doesn’t look like anyone’s here. Wonder if I can get the computer under this desk.