Jun. 13th, 2011 06:34 pm
nobleplatypus: (again... poor guy)
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Okay, seriously, what in the fresh hell is going on? Flisters, are you okay?? Sound off in the comments or something; I'm freaking out over here.

I hadn't been intending to walk home, but as soon as I stepped outside I got that feeling you get when you've just turned off the basement lights and are about to head back upstairs--you just really want to break into a sprint even though you feel kind of stupid about it, you know? It should have been rush hour; there should have been cars and pedestrians, and instead the place is practically deserted. I saw a few people, but they were shambling along like they were strung out on something. I didn't really feel threatened; I was pretty sure I could outrun them (or at least incapacitate them, thanks to my self-defense course), but the idea of standing around on a corner, waiting for the bus, just... did not appeal. So I started walking, just to be moving.

In retrospect, I probably should have just gone back upstairs. I definitely should have just gone back upstairs. The elevators lock if you don't have a keycard. Shit.

After about five minutes of that, I decided that walking was not fast enough. There seemed to be more people about as I left downtown, which was kind of counterintuitive. A few of them noticed me, though none of them were following me fast enough for me to really feel like I was being pursued or anything. Still, it was tweaking me out.

And then I saw one of those rent-a-bike things--the city has stands of them installed every few miles, and you can pay five bucks to rent one for an hour or whatever--but this one was just on its own, lying in the grass next to the sidewalk, and I was freaked out enough by that point to just think, what the hell, it's not really stealing because it's not like whoever left it there owns it. It still felt like stealing. I took it anyway.

I got off the main road as soon as I could. I saw some groups of people on Nicollet Island--students, mostly, from the look of it--all huddled together, and some girl was screaming something about the bridges. I didn't catch it all, and the bridges seemed fine to me, so I kind of ignored it and just kept pedaling home.

I had made it to my street, but there were even more people around--mostly students, because it's that kind of neighborhood. Some of them were in cars--windows all rolled up, even though it's a beautiful day-- and some were just kind of wandering around aimlessly. And some guy tried to, like... grab me or knock me off the bike. I don't know why, I don't know if it was me or the bike that he wanted, but I swerved and managed to get past him. But WTF, WHO DOES THAT, SERIOUSLY.

I came up the back way; there was no one behind the building, so it felt safer. And of course NOW I turn on the news and see all this shit about staying indoors. Jesus.

Well, we're on the second floor, so I don't think I have to worry about the windows (yet). And maybe I can figure out how to trigger the old fire doors at the end of the hall; that would at least block off access from the back stairway. I don't know; I kind of want to knock on my neighbors' doors to see what they're thinking, but I kind of really don't at the same time.

No idea where the roommate is. Cell service doesn't seem to be working. Shit, shit, shit.



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