The only good thing about my bizarre vacation sleep schedule is that I probably dodged zombification by virtue of being asleep. When I woke up, my brother was already fortifying the basement. We've piled as much stuff up the stairs as we can... if nothing else, it'll be an early warning signal. Of course, there's also the door leading to the back yard, but it's kind of hard to get into our back yard, and plus we pushed all the stuff that's too heavy to go up the stairs against it. They don't seem to have noticed us yet... every once in a while we hear footsteps upstairs, but that's about it. We had CNN on mute, but the satellite went out a while ago. I hope it was just our dish they destroyed and not the actual station.

The bad thing is that my idiot brother left my kitty cat upstairs. He's scared of strange people, so I'm hoping none of the zombies found him... I think tonight I'll probably sneak upstairs and put some food out for him, and get some food for us too. Not going to try to get him, of course--I'm not that dumb.

Dunno where our parents are. My dad works in the middle of the city, too, and he rides the Metro in to work. I'm not saying anything about it to my brother, of course, but it's not looking too good.

Crap--lights just flickered, and the wireless died for a second, so I think they might be targeting the power lines. Anyway, I just wanted everybody to know that I'm okay... me and my brother will probably be able to ride this thing out as long as they don't wait too long to rescue us.