ZOMBIES!The first few appeared as we were emerging from the CB&TL with our frosty beverages. They seemed to be coming from the CAA building, in small clusters of four or five, arms raised before them in what I must say was a rather stereotypical and derivative fashion. I don't think I'd have given it a second thought, except that one seldom sees so many agents in one place without either buxom arm-candy, or Porsches, or both. We picked up the pace a bit. Then a couple of laptoppers who were sitting at the Coffee Bean's umbrella tables got snagged.
Even then it didn't really sink in. You know, we actually waited for a moment at the pedestrian light before running across the street? (And me from New York!) The zombies couldn't have cared less about getting run over, so they made up a bunch of ground at the street crossing. And I've gotta say, it doesn't matter how much time I spend on the elliptical machine, running in high heels still gets me winded. So by the time we made it back to the office there was a herd of zombies on our tail and I had mint mocha slushie all over my hand.
We had a short reprieve once the elevator doors shut, because there's no way a bunch of talent-agent zombies were going to take the stairs if they had a choice. But once they got the security guards, I figured, there was no telling. So now I'm in my office, door locked, watching the havoc outside. I seriously have no idea how I'm going to make it home. Maybe briefs work as well as scripts?
(BLITEOTW, whee!)
