-D: Sorry, No Update Tonight-

-D: We have to go stop a zombie apocalypse, unfortunately. Like we don't have enough to do around here.-
-VD2: TeenDoc's enjoying it, at least.-
-TD: *blasting death rays out the window* Hey, I almost NEVER get to indulge my love for these things! Agatha's luckier that way.-
-DW: It all started around three -- Victoria came racing home saying she'd had to kill a last-minute customer. We thought she was joking until she showed us the bloody stapler she used.-
A REALLY ANNOYING customer too. DAMN that felt good! Just glad my house is so close to work, though -- otherwise I might have been toast.
-VD: It probably helps that zombies are notoriously slow-moving. We've been holding down the fort -- barricading doors and windows, making sure the food supplies are adequate, that sort of thing. Unfortunately, this means we've cut ourselves off from the DeLoreans.-
-VD2: Why ISN'T our garage attached, anyway?-
Damned if I know. I think I'm just used to them being separate buildings. Might have to rectify that later.
-VD2: Why not now?-
Cause I might trap zombies inside by accident?
-VD2: Good point.-
-HD: *leaning out another window, throwing teacups and scones into the crowd of zombies* They're much tastier than brains!-
-DW: Please tell me that's laced with "Drink Me."-
-HD: Unfortunately no, I can't find my bottle. On the plus side, it does seem to be distracting them.-
*Zombies: Argh! Err! Bleh!*
-RPD: Suddenly, the idea of Sim zombies is much less appealing.-
I know. Though I really do want to get more freaks into my game. Too straightlaced at the moment.
-RPD: We'll discuss it later.-
-M: Do we even know what caused this?-
-D: Not yet, but it didn't seem to start until about 2:30 P.M., so we have a fairly wide window to find out what happened.-
-OD: *coming upstairs, tentacles with various odds and ends* All right, we've got some ideas on how to construct some basic mobile shielding. I think one of the vampire Docs should make the run, considering they're the ones who heal the quickest.-
-M2: Whoa, not until we know the zombie thing won't overlap with the vampire thing!-
-VM: *looking out window* Hey, what -- VICTOR?!-
Wha?! *runs to window*
*Sure enough, Victor's out there, mingling with the undead*
-TTV: Hello everyone! Now, I'm sure you're hungry, but I'm going to have to please ask you to move away from the house. My friends are in there, and if you want any help for your condition, you're going to have to let them get at the garage.-
*Zombies: *Arrggh. . .Grarrr. . .Braaaiinss. . . .*
-TTV: I know, I know. Here, I brought snacks. *BRINGS OUT A WHEELBARROW WITH WHAT APPEARS TO BE BITS OF BARKIS BITTERN IN IT* Enjoy!-
*Zombies: *happy squeals, start chowing down**
-OD: *tentacles chattering wildly* I don't believe it either!-
-HD: *frowning* Something's not right. I know Victor hates Barkis, but feeding him to zombies?-
-TD: And why haven't the zombies swarmed the open windows? I'm the only one firing a weapon!-
-D: . . . And it is just me, or have we all turned into ambulatory bananas?-
-VD: . . . She finally fell asleep on the keyboard, didn't she?-
*CRASH!*
Damn it! Do you know how hard it is to install a good fourth wall?!
(Happy It's a Zombie Invasion! Let's Blog! Day anyway. *grumbles as she sweeps up the broken glass*)