Day Four: Evacuation Order
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.
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:
I was also told to:
- lock the doors;
- call or e-mail my out-of-province contact so my family knows I'm fine; and
- Leave an "okay" sign and note telling others when I left and where I am going (good thing zombies can’t read).
My car always has a half-tank of gas, so getting to the shelter won’t be a problem.
Wish me luck.