Two zombies made it into the house yesterday, but I managed to wallop them with my fire extinguisher, drag them outside and board up the broken window.
The evacuation alert has now been raised to an evacuation order.
At first, I was "Say what? I'm not leaving my home!" But I know the people in charge - government officials, local emergency and transportation representatives - have the best intelligence. They know what to do and my safety depends on listening to their instructions.
I'm supposed to go to the high school gym where a reception centre has been set up. Once I've registered there, I'll be able to access food, shelter, clothing and emotional support, which is good because I could really use a hug right now.
Before I leave, I'm going to bring my:
- emergency kit;
- emergency plan;
- mobile phone; and
- cat. I was told that there is a separate area in the emergency shelter for Cranky Pants and other pets, but some shelters won't allow them.
I was also told to:
- lock the doors;
- call or e-mail my out-of-province contact (this would be my Uncle Bruce in Whitehorse. No zombies there, too cold!); and
- leave a note telling others when I left and where I am going (good thing zombies can't read).
Wish me luck.
- More entries:
- Day One: Outbreak
- Day Two: What's for Dinner? Hopefully Not My Brain
- Day Three: Close Encounter
- Day Five: Humans: 1, Zombies: 0. On the Road to Recovery
- For more tips and videos, check out our Zombie Preparedness Week campaign page.