Holey Shit!

I'm posting this from my Blackberry. We've closed and locked the doors here on the floor; Bryan had propped one open to let some air circulate since the building doesn't turn on any during the weekend. The last few hours have been all different kinds of fucked up, to say the least. The sun's not quite down yet, and the streets are still filled with people. I'm talking more people than I've ever seen this far back; we're at Olive and Sixth street, six blocks from the arch. For as many people as are right here, it's not nearly as loud and obnoxious as you'd think for Fair St. Louis, and everyone is wandering around like they're in a daze. They're walking right in the middle of the street and don't even get out of the way of any stray cars that might come by, though I haven't seen one of those actually in about an hour. But a few times, and I meant totally at random, they like snap and attack someone. I tell you what, if that green fog is some kind of bioterror, we've decided we're sure as hell not going out there. What with this whatever it is hitting at the height of the Fair and with the 70,000 Adventists in town, who knows how many people are prowling the city, and if they're all prone to attacks like we've seen (Rodney King got off light compared to what these jokers are doing!). I can see several hundred from our building, and we've got a pretty limited view of most of the city. If it's like this down to the riverfront and back to tenth or more, well I don't know what the hell's going on but I'm gonna just sit right here and wait for the cavalry.

Oh shit! Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! I mean my god. Okay, right below this window some dude just walked out of Starbucks, or at least from the general direction of Starbucks (it's on the first floor right below us at Olive and 6th. He got mauled by several of these people and I swear to god they just fucking killed this dude. He's gotta be dead. He's lying there sprawled on the ground and he just looks broken. His legs, arms, neck. Jesus Christ! As soon as he dropped, they wandered off. Oh shit, one of them just stepped on him like he wasn't even there. This was a woman and she stumbled but stayed on her feet and now she's walking across 6th like nothing happened. What is wrong with these people? And where the hell is someone to corral them, surely the police know about this by now?

Tony never called us back, either. And he hasn't shown up. With the dwindling light and the damned fog, it's hard to make out what's going on down there, but I'll tell you what: I'm glad our building is card key accessible only and the doors on our floor are coded and locked. Until whatever the hell this is passes and these people start acting normal again, I don't want them coming up here. God, there's so many of them. The twilight is filled with the sounds of them walking around up here. And they're eerily silent (no one is talking to anyone down there, and no one is walking with anyone else either). Only occasionally will you hear a scream or shout in the distance... or not too distant. Mr. Starbucks screamed like a banshee when they attacked him just now. Damn, still lying there. I can't believe I witnessed a murder. I'd call 911, but we've already tried that and all we get is a fast busy, and now our phone lines are down. Cells are still working, but I keep getting voicemail no matter who I call, so I don't even know if the calls are routing all the way to the phones. No one has called me that I know and no new voicemails, but maybe they're trying and can't get through either?

Jesus Christ, have this been going on like this the whole time, these people killing other people at random? How could I have missed that? I'm crouched right now in Virginia's cubicle, in the Starbucks corner of our floor, and I'm the only one here. Bryan killed the lights a couple hours ago when they first arrived. He could tell this wasn't right and they weren't acting normally. With the lights on up here and the odd fog dimming the sunlight, we figured they could look right up and see us. At least this way, it wouldn't be so easy for them to tellthat we're up here.

I think I'm gonna head down to Kat's cube and see what she knows. Good lord, I've been crouched here watching for thirty minutes, only I hadn't really been seeing anything, just in a daze I think. Server process is done, so I guess we can go home now. HA. Our work here is done, but I don't think anyone's left. It's quiet up here, though. Maybe they all left me here and they're down there hanging out with the goon squad, drugged up by whatever's in that fog... if that's what's going on. Shit. I want to power on a PC and see if I can pull up the news. When Bryan killed the lights, he advised us to kill our PC's, but said he'd monitor the situation from his office. Bryan's office isn't against a window, so with his door closed, there'd be no light to penetrate the rest of the floor. Maybe I ought to find him and see what he's learned. Are the police/military/anyone on their way to contain this strange riot? Why hasn't Bryan told us anything. I'm gonna ask Kat if she's heard anything and then head to Bryan's office.