Next Door Zombies - Page 38

 

Mon, Jul 30:

 

Eliza just left a few minutes ago.

This was her weekend to visit. She arrived Friday night, as usual, and ran through a sterilization cycle in the hazmat tent before coming in.

Only instead of coming in, she called through the door, “Hey! How come the spray sounds different?”

I answered, “I dunno. It’s been sounding that way for a few weeks now.”

“A few weeks? Aaron! The tanks are probably empty!”

Shit. I knew that, but I had forgotten.

She correctly interpreted my silence as a deer-in-the-headlights look. “You have to replace the tanks every few months! Didn’t you know that?”

“Um, yeah...” I said.

“Didn’t you think something was up when you heard it sound different?”

“Uh,” I said. I hadn’t thought it was important, but didn’t want to admit that.

“I’m running out and buying Lysol,” she said.

“We have Lysol!” I shouted.

“You can’t open the door! Besides, I want to buy a lot of it. We need to spray-down everything.

About an hour later she came back with two dozen cans of Lysol. It was nearly midnight now. She'd had to find a place that was open 24 hours.

We sprayed down everything in the house, and then we were all choking on the thick checmical smell all night long.

 

Saturday's visit was a bit strained. Eliza was trying not to be upset, but of course she had every reason to be.

It occurred to me that if we've been surviving without a proper sterilization process all this time, then maybe we didn't need it anymore. She said that it was possible we'd simply gotten lucky. Going out to get the mail doesn't expose a person to much, but tearing down the hazmat tent and opening the windows would be another matter entirely.

She’s right, of course. I’m the one who was paranoid about the Canadian Zombiephage in the first place. That’s always been my problem: I’m good at working hard and doing what I need to do for a while, but then I start to get lazy and drop the ball. “Regular maintenence” is my kryptonite. It destroys me all the time. Eliza has to constantly remind me to get the car’s oil changed, pay the electric bill... everything. Everything that requires repetition. At my old job, I was the one who reacted to emegencies. When the server mysteriously shut down at midnight, I was the one they called to get it running again. As for making sure the server was backed up, that had to be somebody else.

Posted/Updated on March 2nd, 2019
Originally published on July 30th, 2018