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Not as alone as I implied

I guess I was pretty flustered when I wrote that post yesterday.  I left one or two important things out.

Taking a bus around the old city takes a whole lot longer than taking a bus through it, and there aren't any express routes that aren't risky.  That's why so many of us risk it every day.  And don't get me wrong - it is a risk.  The weather forecasters do their best, but they're on limited funds, just like everybody else who can't convince a megacorp that they're life's work is worth the effort.  (But I'll moan about my thwarted ambitions another time.  They aren't particularly relevant.)

Anyway.  There were eleven of us on the bus, including the driver, when the storm hit.  We all made snap judgements about which buildings looked the safest, and ran for them.  Only two of us ended up this building.  I'm not sure which buildings the others ran into, but that doesn't really matter.  We're all stuck with our choices now.

The other person who came here looks like a student - her clothes are Radical Campus Chic, and she's wearing badges with Neon Marxist slogans on them.  (I still think that the Neon Marxists are crazy.  I mean, seriously - they make solar neon signs with Marxist slogans on them and then attach them to the sides of buildings.  They call it "raising awareness."  Why the hell would you waste your money like that?  We all know the government is gutless and corrupt.)  Her name's Carrie.

Last night was pretty rough - the building is as creaky as all get out.  Carrie and I wound up on the top floor, dozing in the stairwell right next to the door onto the roof.  Neither of us want to get caught inside if the building collapses - with the flood the way it is, we'd get trapped inside the building and drown, for sure.  Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep.

But the building's still standing.  And the flood waters don't look like they're rising any further.
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