Bella was pacing this morning, starting at 5am. I should’ve known something was up. I finally got up at 6 to walk her.. everything seemed normal, if a little quiet (although I’m not up at 6am normally, so how would I know, really?) until I walked over to the side of the neighborhood by La Cienega Blvd - the part where it’s still sorta like a freeway.

There was just a mass of cars. I could hear groaning, I saw some hands, grasping, reaching out of car windshields. Bella didn’t want to approach the gate, and whined when I drew closer.

Oh my god. Her whine drew their attention. I saw figures rise up from among the wreckage and turn our direction.

I have never been so happy to live in a community with 14′ high walls topped with spiky bars, and closed off with locked and secured iron gates. There is just one open entrance and exit, and thousands of people in here. I hoped we could hold them off, working together.

I ran back home, closed all the windows and the shades, and got back into bed with Alan. I think I was hoping I was still dreaming.

Unfortunately it was all too real.

I woke up again hours later, and Alan was gone. I think he went to work, not knowing what was going on outside. That, I suppose, is the problem with living in a quiet neighborhood.

I should’ve woken him. I don’t know where he is now.