Holdouttrout

Name: Holdouttrout
Location: Oregon, USA
Time: 15:20 Pacific

This one's wearing a dark suit. Very crisp. Looks perfectly normal, which was my first clue.

They're all over today, and if you look at them out of the corner of your eye, rather than straight on, you can see the ravenous hunger in every line of their body.

The old ones are easy to dispose of. Grab a chair, swing hard, hope the rotting flesh can't keep their head on their neck. It's the young ones that cause the most trouble, because you just can't know what's beneath the surface.

They're not interested in my fanfic. They don't care about Sam, Jack, Daniel, Teal'c...but they do, surprisingly, care about Pete. I can usually sort them out by asking them whether or not they like "Singing in the Rain."

The zombies shudder and usually part of them falls off.

Three down.

My coworkers and I remain unscathed thus far, but I'm concerned about the afternoon. It's only going to get worse.

P.S. It's the end of the world.

P.P.S. Self Pimp!

You can find my zombie fic (SG-1) here and here, with a related medical report here