lathriel | they tremble with the nervous thought of having been at last forgot

It turns out that bat problem was a bit more serious than I thought.

My dad was bitten by the damn thing while he was trying to capture it, to do the humane thing and let it go alive, just not inside of our house. Suddenly my dad's all shuffling around the yard and trying to bite our neighbors. We live next door to a Russian Orthodox church, and the pastor came over to our house for the first time in years and offered his services to us. What could we do? He came to our yard to help my dad, and good ol' Mr. Franklin took a chunk out of his shoulder, and headed straight for us.

So now half the neighborhood's breathing down our necks, almost literally. We've got the house boarded up pretty well, but I know they'll get in eventually. There's always one wilder, more desperate cry for brains that brings with it a dead-weight flailing arm that manages to knock a board loose, or cut the power, or something that begins to turn the tables. Although, I can't really say we're "winning" right now, trapped in our own house.

My mother is meditating right now, trying to visualize our way to safety. I don't know. I'm not going to give up easily if they get in, but I'm okay with dying. I'm not sure what death is, exactly, but I'm pretty sure it'll be an interesting adventure. The only thing I'm upset about is that I never got to finish writing my books.

zombies!