Well, the power finally gave out in the dorm room yesterday. We were pretty upset about it. It cut us off right in the middle of watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the original. I guess it puts our minds at ease, watching movies about psychos. I guess all those zombie movies were technically based on a true story--it just hadn't happened yet.
You can take away our showers, our toilets, our liquor, you can even take away our cable/satellite. But take away our internet? Take away our Netflix instant stream? There was no question about it. We had to get power back on and fast or take the risk of going insane and eating each other for entertainment.
As we were trying to think of a plan about how to get the power back on, I radioed my parents on my handheld CB. My dad suggested that the college might have a generator somewhere that we could snag. Only problem was the campus was huge! So, against my parents' wishes, I started trying the different channels on the CB. I started on channel 9, the channel I thought was the emergency channel. I picked up some of my dad's trucker lingo over the years and tried it now, hoping it would give us some results.
"10-33, 10-33. Emergency! We are survivors taking shelter at the college. Our power has gone out. 10-33, 10-33. Copy?"
Frantically, Heather grabbed the CB out of my hands "We have not internet!! Please help!! Is there a AT&T technician out there? Please! We are going crazy! I must have YouTube!"
I was able to wrestle the radio away from Heather. I listened for a couple minutes before moving on to channel 10. On it went until we got to channel 13. "10-4. What's your handle? What's your 10-20?"
The signal was weak, "10-1. I am getting a lot of static. What's my handle?" I turned to everyone who shrugged their shoulders.
Amber suggested, "Just tell him your real name."
"No way!" I responded. "He might be some crazy maniac stalker!"
Jeremy rolled his eyes, "Yeah, we really need to watch out for those stalkers. Not like we are SURROUNDED BY ZOMBIES!" Jeremy grabbed the CB, "Farva. Our handle is Farva."
I punched Jeremy in the shoulder. "Farva? Really? You have got to lay off the Super Troopers." I got the radio back from Jeremy. I spoke to the anonymous voice on the radio, "Well, why should we give you our 10-20?"
The voice responded, "Maybe I still have power. Maybe I have a nice little generator that has been running like a dream. Wouldn't it be nice to have your power back on?"
All the girls, myself included, squealed for joy. "You would let us have it? What's your location?"
The voice responded, "As long as I get to come along, sure. It has been lonely here by myself. Though, I do not feel comfortable giving you my location when you wouldn't give me yours. Maybe I'll give you a little riddle. If you can find me, great! If not, you either have to suffer without power or give me your location."
I replied, "Sounds like a deal. What's the riddle?"
The voice changed and got all creepy-like, "What's your favorite scary movie?"
...To be continued
