Late nite fake apocalypse ..come join in!!

Hey guys, Mono again. This is going to be a short transmission. Got a communication from a certain someone wanting to stay in the dark that he got a picture transmission from our brother Rob in Australia. As it was described to me, since I can't get pics. on this super military radio with the powerful transmitter, (can't have everything, I guess) the picture on that massive island seems bleak, barren, except for some black birds; and the heavens themselves seem to be crying white stars. The giant walkers seem to be gone. Good news though, brother Rob is still alive. Must be if he's transmitting. Though the troubling thing according to the dark man is that no verbal communication was made. Let's hope Rob isn't injured.

As for Cookie, brother I'm worried about you. I'm used to being alone. It's sometimes easy for me to forget that others aren't used to it. It's not just food, water, shelter, and fire that we need to survive. I hate admitting it, but we need other people too. At least trustworthy people. Being alone out there for long periods of time.... it really screws with your mind. Kate was out there too long. You know what happened to her. I tried to help her, I really did. Genuinely put in my best effort. But it wasn't good enough. That bothers me. Every time I pick up that little Charter Arms she used to carry.... I'm reminded of her. Reminded of how I failed. Just recently, I saved the whole community from a massive infection that would have originated from the inside. Thanks to a bit of help from Carl, and a whole lotta help from the One far above.

Yet to this day, even though I see Amy, and Jordan, and Sara, and little Bradford all smiling at me when I close my eyes.... I still see Kate. Pleading with me with those eyes, those sad eyes.... like they're asking me why I couldn't save her. Why I was able to save everyone, even the ones who avoid me like the plague, but not her. I was supposed to save her; but I didn't. And I know she was too far gone. I know it. That's the part of me that says I couldn't do anything about it. No matter how good I was. Even if I was somehow better than I am. A smarter man, a better man. The best man in the world. Even then it wouldn't have helped. I know that. That's the part of me that said, "Trade your shotgun for a long-distance weapon. You already have a revolver for up close and personal." And again, that part of me was right.

But sometimes I close my eyes, and I see her standing in front of me with those sad eyes. Just standing there.... and I think that any minute she's going to get attacked and have chunks of her body torn off by the Rab or Rabs that got her. But that doesn't happen.... She just stands there. LOOKING AT ME! And she moves her lips.... and even though no sound comes out of her mouth, I know what she's saying as she keeps looking at me with those sad eyes.... Ever so gently she says, "You were supposed to save me."

And I can't get it out of my head. I bury them, and I wonder if the rest of them are at peace. Carlos, Chris.... And I can't remember the names of the rest right now. Just drawing a blank for some reason. I want to say the pregnant girl, but we never buried her. There wasn't anything left to bury. Can't bury a puddle of blood that's been absorbed into the dirt. I mean, we didn't try. But you can't bury that. You just can't....

Cookie, I hope you're up there.... 200,000 above this giant rock that must look very small to you now. But part of me, the same part that said, "You couldn't help her." And, "Trade that Mossberg for the Ruger." That's the part that thinks you're still in that missile silo. And that Skittles is still much smaller than he looks. We're still here, brother. No death ray.... No merciful aliens putting us all out of our misery....

Guess this transmission wasn't as short as I had planned.

By the way, things are now critical at the fort. Moe is in a cage. Guarded. Those who oppose Joshua are using what he did as a political ploy. It's a raging inferno, though figuratively. And more than a few of them want to step right up and toss leaking barrels of gasoline and dynamite onto that inferno. They're so full of it. Just a major ploy. Joshua is being pressured to have him killed for the crime of murder. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. My gut, for some odd reason, is saying I need to be at the fort. Okay, I loaded up all the magazines for my Ruger. Aaron, the skilled leather worker already made the sling for my rifle. He also made something else for me.... Let's see if I have to use it. Will check in when I can.
 
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Daniel here again. Good news and bad news. Good news, I found a .22 rifle along with another quarter of a box of ammo for it! Bad news, I got trapped in the basement of the house I found them in. Some idiot rigged the door with homemade explosives; not all that powerful and it must have fizzled at first, because it went off about a minute or two after I got inside the house, and I was lucky enough to be away from the blast. My ears are still ringing and i can't really hear anything out of the right one. Hopefully that's not permanent. Anyways, from what i can tell, a large chunk of the ceiling collapsed onto the staircase down to the basement. Pretty large number of rabs outside, I can hear them, though I've got no idea where they all came from up here in the mountains. They seem to be aware of my presence down here, but they can't get to me.

I hope my sisters are OK, I gave them orders to sit tight even if they didn't think I was coming back. They have enough supplies to last quite a long time.

If anyone's in the area, I could really use some help right now. I don't know how to get out of this one. I'm safe from the rabs, and there is some food down here. Main concern is water, all I've got is about two-thirds of a 40oz water bottle i bring with me everywhere, so I can't last all that long. No good way to escape; there are two windows that i'd barely fit through, but the sound from smashing the metal frames would result in a pile of rabs falling into the hole where the window is.

Oh, well, there's one now; just wandered into that hole I was talking about. Looks like he broke his arm. Heh.

So, I've got 23 rounds and one ten round magazine for a Ruger 10-22(semi-auto), a tomahawk and a steel heart ergo. Any ideas? And again, please, if there is anyone alive in the area, please come help. Look for the collapsed house under a pile of zombies haha, only one like it in this town, and there's really only one road.

Daniel out.
 
Hey guys, hoot here. Have not.broadcasted in a while. Been occupied. Rigged up a remote set that stays in contact with the AM station. That took a bit of work but it allows me to now broadcast from up to a hundred miles or.so from the station.

Made it to the folks place. Got a big wall finished, eighteen wheeler trailers flipped onto their sides, with large posts behind them for support/reinforcement. We have about two hundred acres enclosed, with the.river on one side. We have a good bit of crops in, but it's a dry season here, and it's looking.bad for the.harvest.

The trip here.was rough, lost several people, vehicles and supplies. I got all the.weapons and ammo cache moved here, though, along with a good bit of meds, and picked up a.doc along the way. We had nurses already, but the doc is a game changer, as he also was training for general surgery.

The infected here have changed, perhaps some of.The evolution of the virus that Rob mentioned, they are now attacking some of their own number, I dunno what causes them to pick them out, but it keeps them occupied. Try to kill the one that gets to the brain of the one they attack, as the first bite will "supercharge" the first one to consume any.

For what it's worth, I received a.package from Busse via a drone. No scotch, but there were my three b13's I had on order, along with a note from Watson, saying to forward any y'all don't need to them, and to expect more.drone deliveries, as gas for the truck is hard to come by.
 
Wow, just my luck. I finally get around to rigging up a radio, and whats the first thing I hear? Daniel somehow managed to get himself in a jam! That has got to be some sorta miracle. I'm on the highway playing sketchy nomad, I can explain later. But Daniel, you are lucky I got bored and decided to try to find others. It goes against what I have been practicing. People just get lonely in the end I guess...
Anyways I am remarkably close and am working on a way to get to you as fast as possible. ETA, four days maximum. Probably less if I can replicate the technical magic that resurrected this Semi-truck radio. I don't even think what I did is possible. I might be able to get a car working. For a state with no population there sure are a lot cars abandoned on the highway. I have hope that one will work. Oh, also, I might as well learn how to drive now. Things are just going my way today. I haven't stumbled across any of the... Rabs? you called them. Haha, I just decided to name all them Stanley. I also found a stash of M&M's. I'll bring you a few.
 
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Hey guys, hoot here. Have not.broadcasted in a while. Been occupied. Rigged up a remote set that stays in contact with the AM station. That took a bit of work but it allows me to now broadcast from up to a hundred miles or.so from the station.

Made it to the folks place. Got a big wall finished, eighteen wheeler trailers flipped onto their sides, with large posts behind them for support/reinforcement. We have about two hundred acres enclosed, with the.river on one side. We have a good bit of crops in, but it's a dry season here, and it's looking.bad for the.harvest.

The trip here.was rough, lost several people, vehicles and supplies. I got all the.weapons and ammo cache moved here, though, along with a good bit of meds, and picked up a.doc along the way. We had nurses already, but the doc is a game changer, as he also was training for general surgery.

The infected here have changed, perhaps some of.The evolution of the virus that Rob mentioned, they are now attacking some of their own number, I dunno what causes them to pick them out, but it keeps them occupied. Try to kill the one that gets to the brain of the one they attack, as the first bite will "supercharge" the first one to consume any.

For what it's worth, I received a.package from Busse via a drone. No scotch, but there were my three b13's I had on order, along with a note from Watson, saying to forward any y'all don't need to them, and to expect more.drone deliveries, as gas for the truck is hard to come by.
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Good to here from you hoot.. we to have seen them attack eachother. I have been developing a theory about this very thing for about three months. I was not sure then but now I'm confident in the following observations and discoveries... I believe their since of smell is a aggression trigger.. further, I'm not positive but I'm convinced that their sense of smell has also become enhanced in some way. We have observed that one of the earliest effects of the virus are that they completely stop sweating..I'm sure many of you who have seen the infection take its course through some poor sucker who had just been bitten. That when the nasty fever kicked in that they sweat uncontrollably at first but as the infection set in, the feaver got worse but the sweating stopped.. well we have now seen several cases in which the infected found there way right to someone who had just been running but failed to locate survivors who were hiding and had not been sweating. Further tests have shown us that vinegar or onions also trigger this aggressive reaction.. it has shown to be useful in setting them OFF your trail.. we dumped some vinegar on an infected from a 2nd story window an by the time we made it back to the roof an looked over..there were 5 or so just going crazy tearing one another apart, all centered around the poor bastard soaked with vinegar. We are devising a ways to use this against threats like the biker gangs we see raping and killing survivors.. fairly quiet and gets the infected working to your advantage.. on the other hand, it seems that things we have tried like Cologne, bleach, and lysol actually mask sweat in the case they are on your trail..however, we need more opportunities to test this. Stay tuned....
 
Hahaha, Max, is that you man? Good to hear from ya! Yep; I, Daniel, the guy that was always talking about survival skills and situational awareness, have got myself stuck in a hole. Haha it's so good to know you're alive.
Four days is gonna be rough in this heat, but I think I can manage. Three days'd make up for missing my birthday; providing you still bring those M&M's.
Anyways, what on earth have you been doin' for a year and a half?
 
Hey Rob, Daniel here still. I've got bleach in the basement with me, about a half gallon, so let me know how testing goes with that. Could help my situation, maybe, somehow. Stay safe guys, and don't get stuck.
 
Nothing for days, and the record transmission feature on this thing is lit up like a lighthouse. Good to hear from you guys. Oh yeah, it's Mono. As stated in my last transmission, things were tense as Hell at the fort. I'm exhausted and need to sleep. Very tired. I'll give you guys the details in about 30 hours from now. Sorry, but need sleep, and too many duties to care of at the fort after I wake up. But Daniel.... it's good to hear that you're currently safe for now. Conserve that ammo! Sounds like the opening is going to be a natural bottle-neck with only one Rab able to get inside at a time. Use the crap out of that Tomahawk to dispatch them one at a time. Conserve that water. But at the same time, drink as much as you need. I've been on scavenging runs that turned up dead bodies clearly dead of NOT being bitten to death! Died of exposure or thirst.... usually with a good amount of water still in their canteens or water bottles. Have to drink as much as you need. Maybe Max will get there in less than four days. But hey! If those Rabs do end up moving on, consider smashing out one of those windows, along with the frame; and crawl out of there! But only if you're one thousand percent sure the coast is clear. Stay safe, Brother! Careful with that bleach. Especially near your eyes.

As for the Rabs attacking each other.... Haven't seen that, yet. Though I can't say I'm surprised to hear that. Will give the rest of the guys the heads-up about that. One of these days, one of them will wise up and ask where I'm getting all this intel from. Oh well, hasn't happened yet. Going to sleep in my own place tonight. Things were just too tense at the fort during the previous week to leave my little house there at the fort at all. Got a bad feeling I'm going to find a bunch of dead and decomposing squirrels in my traps when I wake up and check them. Yeah, it's been a week.... all that wasted meat. Oh well.... Talk to you guys in 30 hours. It really was good hearing from all of you.
 
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It's very difficult to type on this broken phone. We manage keep things charged with a little water wheel genny rigged up to the creek down the back. Snapped this pic the other night...

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Our current situation is much improved since the biker gangs forced us from our hideout. The large industrial building we are in appears to be an industrial metal fab building..we didn't expect this to be anything more than a quick hide but I have found the place to be ideal for a stronghold. It has heavy gauge sheet steel an cement construction.. after getting the backup generator running an have used one of the 3 welding setups to secure all but 3 access points. I left one large heavy duty garage door, one man sized steel door, an a roof access usable.. but using one of the small mills in the shop to devise Verry strong locking mechanisms for each access door. The ceiling has large skylights giving us good light. There is a reck room with sofas.. we altered a huge pipe system off a kiln that goes to an exhaust chimney and set it up so we can have an indoor fire an the smoke goes up the exhaust pipes leaving almost zero trace of smoke by the time it gets to the top of the 70ish foot chimney. The only windows are about 25 feet off the ground in the huge open part of the shop. We set up old tarps an rope over the windows that can be opened in the day an covered easily at night..after some work, zero light escapes when it's dark. The M14 rifle I found is ideal for my situation an it has become a companion. Amy and I are quite comfortable here, all things considered. Today we are building a way to capture the water runoff from the roof grade...
 
This is Daniel. Still hangin' in there, though I've gone through around half my water since yesterday; I'm taking your advice though and drinking what I need. I had been slowly taking care of the rabs one by one as they fell into the holes outside the window, until they filled it up. Had to use my SHe, not enough room to get a good swing with the tomahawk through the small window. It worked for my purposes though; give 'em a quick deep cut at a major artery and let 'em bleed out.

It's been a day now and I can still hear the lot of them, so I guess they're not going anywhere anytime soon. Darn. I wish I had music or something, anything for a break from the noise. It gets old, listening to their chorus of shuffling footsteps, grunts and sucking noises. There was an hour or two last night where it went quiet. Creepy quiet, after noise for so long. I thought maybe they'd left, but they hadn't, I could see them above the bodies in the windows. Just all shut up and stopped moving. Only thing I can imagine is that it was either an anomaly or a sleep of sorts. I didn't move the whole time; I was trying to sleep, so I can't speak for whether they're responsive to noise still while in that state. Maybe I'll try testing that some tonight.

Robdude, sounds like an awesome setup you've got goin' there, wish I could join you haha. Don't get too relaxed though, that can be dangerous. Stay alert.

Oh, and Max, what's up? Haven't heard from you since your transmission yesterday; is your radio working?

Over.
 
Haha interesting story Daniel. So I spent much of the night moving up the highway checking out any cars I came across. All were in operable or siphoned. I came across a huge pile up and jam. A semi had crashed a while ago so many travelers had to find a way around or just leave their cars. Surprisingly rich in neat stuff that people left behind. As I spent more time looking over vehicles I heard shots. Four right away then a fifth a few minutes later. I approached cautiously. It was some guy who got stopped by the jam and left his car. He took out all three of the ones that came at him. I think two from one side and the third from the other. It caught him off guard and he was bit badly before finishing off the third one. Better he find those than me, I don't have a handgun like him... well now I do. He was beyond help and luckily unconscious. I put him down and took his useful supplies. This included his car keys. I found his Subaru Outback quickly. I spent the night in it and worked on figuring out the basics of driving this morning. It was slow going. I did find a market store that hadn't been picked clean. I got a few jugs of vinegar. We will see soon how effective it is at turning them against each other. Any-who, I'm making my way to you Daniel, much more quickly than I thought. I think i should be in the general area before nightfall tomorrow. Haha then what, Look for the surrounded house and hit them with all the vinegar I have, and finish off the stragglers with my fancy new handgun and 3030 lever action Marlin right? I usually try to avoid using guns but this will be a reunion, I have to celebrate. Oh! also the guy who I got the pistol from had a bunch of ammo for it. I'm on my way, I'm putting up the radio for a while though... I should really focus on not crashing this car and killing myself. That wouldn't make a good rescue. So hang in there Daniel. Actually one more thing. I kinda ate all the M&M's, fear not though.. your gift will be not dying.
 
Sweet, can't wait to see what kinds of fun things you found, Max. Tomorrow before dark sounds good, I'm gonna be a little thirsty haha. Congrats on learning how to drive, you get a gold star. Seriously though, don't crash--then I'd really be stuck. Glad one of us has lots of ammo. Also glad the highway's blocked; there's a thought that's been eating away at me as I sit down here: When I first got stuck, I not only broadcasted that I needed help and my location, but also that my two younger sisters are in a cabin alone.. I really hope that didn't fall on the wrong ears, there's no way of knowing if we have silent listeners on this radio. Max, get here quick, but drop by Seth's cabin first to check on them. Thanks man. Will be one heck of a zombie-killin' reunion!
 
Daniel, good to hear you're hanging in there. It's Mono. If the Rabs weren't infected, I'd advise you drink the huge amount of blood coming out of them. Not a joke. Heard about that one from the Vietnam vet neighbor I used to know as a teen. Only they used to teach soldiers to kill chickens and drink the blood from them in really bad situations. As in, no time to make a fire, pluck the chicken, and wait for it to cook. We don't know how many of us are actually immune, versus how many of us just got lucky and avoided getting sick when the infection first hit. Sounds like they do collapse from lack of sleep. They're just incredibly violent people infected with super rabies. Makes sense their bodies would run out of juice after, what? Thirty six or forty eight hours straight of activity? That sounds about right. Just hang in there, brother.

Rob.... Dude.... Good to hear things are going well for you. Just a heads up guys, if any of you should make it to the fort up here.... Things finally settled down. Not without a ton of effort from me. Not tooting my own horn. I'm completely exhausted. To the point I'm going back to bed after making this transmission. So yeah, things finally came to a head between basically the two factions in the fort. Joshua's men and our supporters, and the rest on the other side. The ungrateful ones who enjoy the safety and security of the fort and are able to sleep peacefully at night in their tents, tiny houses, and makeshift huts. (Some of which are better constructed than the houses.)

Moe got drunk the last three nights after his brother died. Can't blame him. When he was sober, he'd sneak out to hunt down the imaginary man who gunned him down. Joshua knew about the sneaking out and the drinking. But I guess he knows Moe better than I thought he did. He confided in me that nothing would stop Moe, except Moe. He'd have to come to terms with his brother's death. And he wanted no help in doing so. Not on the patrols, and not in dealing with his drinking, nor the overall acceptance. Joshua knew this. It's why he turned a blind eye to his drinking and his lone wolf likely suicidal patrols during the morning hours.

It's not like how it was a year and a few months ago. You can't always apply the same rules to everybody. Especially since certain others are taking bigger risks in keeping everyone else safe. But even back then, that concept applied. A unit of men flying out of a private airport to get to a place in Afghanistan.... Of course you're going to let them on board the plane with their M4s and M9s. Sure, some TSA jerk might give Uncle Sam a quick call. But those soldiers are getting on board with their weapons because you can't apply the very same rules to everyone. They'll get their nail-clippers confiscated. But not their assault weapons.

It was late when it happened. Two quick shots and our cannibal guest with the bloody legs that honestly looked as though they were getting infected, left this world. Of course, everyone blamed Moe. Joshua was forced to lock him up while the guy was passed out drunk. When he woke up, he was surprised to be in that cage everyone else called a cell. Okay, so it was big enough to stand up in, and walk around a bit. It was still a cage. John Quislin made himself leader of a small but vocal group of those decidely not in Joshua's camp of men nor supporters. Truth is, he's a piece of human filth. He claims to be an electrician. I suppose. But we have one already. Younger and quite frankly better than the filth. He wanted to know what was going to be done for the high crime of murder. "Murder" my butt. The guy was a cannibal, he admitted to me having killed at least one person for food. And, having participated in raids with his now dead buddies against other people. Hell, one day before he was killed; John and his buddies were complaining that the guy was being held here. They don't give a damn about the soon-to-be amputee with a taste for human flesh. They just used his killing to make Joshua look bad.

I was the one who proposed the idea of gathering evidence. Two men from Joshua's group. Two from John's. John hesitated, but soon agreed. It took a couple of days, but the four of us reached a consensus after interviewing potential witnesses and checking the crime scene. Whoever killed the prisoner, it wasn't Moe. Not what John wanted to hear. Especially not from the two members of his group. But the facts were there. Multiple eye-witnesses came forward to say Moe was passed out drunk at the Bar. He was carried to the backroom to sleep it off. The shots were heard approximately five minutes later. There's no window in the backroom to climb out of. The bartender and two other patrons would have seen Moe if he tried to walk by them, out the main and only door to the place. And yes, it helped that the two other patrons were part of the large group not-so-happy with Joshua and his rules. Two more days later and it was clear that the four-man investigation team.... Well, it was clear we had hit a dead end in finding the real killer. Maybe if we had a police detective at the fort.... But we don't! John wasn't happy again. Seems that frown is tattooed on his face. I decided I wanted to make sure no more potential blow-ups happened at the fort. I spoke with Joshua, and he agreed with my plan.

It's a very old one. Dates back to just before the French Revolution. The King had allowed his people in a certain major city to live in absolute squalor. Picture any major American city. Now picture it with zero sanitation workers, zero sanitation facilities, okay; zero sanitation period! You piss and crap into a bowl, then just fling your waste out an open window. Usually onto people walking outside! Rats and diseases run rampant. The air is so foul that one good whiff leads to vomiting. The people were angry. The King and his Court sure as Hell didn't live like that. Oh no! Not at all. So, the King came up with an idea to calm the people down. An official ledger of sorts at the city where they could write down, thus voice, their complaints. I remember one example where a person wrote that the water was so polluted that one couldn't even use it for making soup.

Great idea! Except the King did literally nothing else about the problems other than let his people write out their complaints. When they found out, he literally lost his head. Well, now we have official ledgers at the fort. Everyone has access to them. Entries can be made without signatures. But signed entries carry more weight. Joshua promised me that the ledgers would be read and considered. With the biggest complaints getting top priority. Oh I knew John wasn't happy! But that was all he was getting. I pulled him aside and told him this was a victory for his group, and if he was smart he would take the credit for the victory. But the idea was mine, and Joshua was the one who agreed to it. I think that ticked him off even more. But he decided to play ball.... At least for now.

Oh by the way, I did find out who killed Cannibal Man. Found out by accident. After the four man committee disbanded, I went out on a patrol outside the walls with a few other guys. Still looking for the group that kicked out Cannibal Man and his buddies. Yeah.... We found something alright. Corpses in a cave. One of them was extra small.... I claimed the bag of baby clothes! Brought them to Sara. She's been different lately. The exhaustion has passed. But she's different. She takes care of little Bradford like he's literally her own baby instead of just a responsibility forced on her by her father. She turned sixteen a few days back. She has a look in her eyes that is both warm, but somehow disturbing too.

I didn't say anything when I noticed it at first.... Bradford was consuming much less formula than he had been previously. I didn't think for a moment that Sara was neglecting the boy. I was worried he was sick. But Sara showed me a smiling and very happy little baby boy. He laughs and smiles constantly. Oh man, I think he might have bigger developmental issues than little Amy. She's maybe only two years behind other children her age. Something kept telling me, things were not adding up. When I brought over the bag of clothes, Sara was holding him in one arm. She smiled and thanked me for the bag of baby clothes. When she reached over with her free hand, I instantly noticed something very familiar.... Powder burns on the web of her hand. Can't miss them. Even a blind man could feel them stuck to the top of the skin like tiny braille marks clearly spelling out the message that this person just fired a gun very recently, and didn't wash their hands. After she put the bag down, I asked her to come here. She did. I gently, touched her hand. Rubbing my thumb across the powder burns.

I asked her if she had a gun. She admitted she did. I asked her why. "To protect my baby" was her reply. Not "The baby" but "My baby." Okay, you're taking care of him all day, everyday. No argument from me that he's not yours.' (I didn't say that though.) I asked her when she had fired the gun. She said I knew. I said I didn't.

"Yes you do." was her very calm and tranquil reply.

She looked at the clock on the wall, and replied it was time for the baby's feeding. She turned away from me, unbuttoned her blouse, let it fall to her mid-section and.... fed the baby. She caught me off guard. I admit it. She caught me off guard. Well, I now knew who killed the cannibal and why there's now a surplus of formula. I told her I would check on them later, and simply walked out. Now I know two things.... Joshua might know about one of them. But not about the details of the death of Mr. Cannibal. And he never will! At least not from me. Guess Joshua doesn't know everything that goes on in the fort.... now. I will speak to Sara though. I have to know why. When I decided not to tell anyone. My soul started packing his bags to head out. I got him to agree to stay by promising to find out why, from Sara. And I will.... Stay safe guys! Talk to you soon.

Hey Daniel, sorry to say; but yes.... There are silent listeners out there.
 
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Hey guys, it's Mono. Been a few days. Hopefully Daniel and his sisters are safe. Though the lack of communication over these specific few days is very troubling. Even worse, I can't talk about it with anyone over at the fort since they have no clue I've got a radio. Would love to hear from you, Daniel. Would love to hear from any of you.

Things with Moe seem to have settled down since his time in the cage. But I can tell from his eyes that he's become more distrustful of everyone not firmly in Joshua's camp. Can't blame him, really. His hot-headed brother gets killed and then he gets tossed into a cage while passed out drunk. He's been avoiding the Bar completely. So that's good at least.

But it's Sara that bothers me. I didn't even realize it until after I hung up the transmitter mic.... Sara shouldn't have had any powder burns on the web of her hand! She killed that guy days ago. Am I supposed to believe she didn't wash her hands in days or would even permit herself to touch the baby with dirty hands?? Hell no! So, I confronted her the very next morning. I was pissed! And I demanded some answers. She admitted that she traded away a few possessions and some silver coins to another member of the community for an S&W model 631 "Lady Smith" revolver. Knowing little about guns in general, she figured that the "Lady Smith" label meant it was specifically made for women. Okay.... Picture a nice shiny Smith & Wesson model 60 but chambered in .32 H&R Magnum, and with a six-shot cylinder instead of five. Smooth, beautiful, rosewood non-checkered grips. A nice-looking little J-frame Smith. Thankfully she was smart enough to make sure to get almost a full box of ammo with it in the trade.

She said she realized that she might one day need some protection, for the baby. She didn't want to trade with Sergay since he wouldn't do it knowing whose daughter she was. Well, he would. But obviously Joshua would have to come with her and O.K. the trade himself. She knew he never would. (At least at her age.) She considered "borrowing" one of her father's guns. But he keeps an extremely close eye on them, even the cheap little .25-Auto Raven he bought many years back as his first gun. She asked around. She got lucky.

Now before some of you start wondering at the happy prospect of a J-frame Chief's Special in a magnum caliber and an extra round in the cylinder.... Ballistic performance is going to be the same as a standard pressure .38 Special. With maybe the best .32 magnum rounds knocking on the door of .38 Special +P loads. Maybe. Yeah, you still get that extra round. But you'd be better off with a 5-shot .38 Special +P than with standard pressure .38s and six rounds. You really would. Along with Good Luck getting ammo for the .32 Mag., even before the world got hit with massive infection.

I examined the gun. It was in surprisingly excellent shape. Before I showed Sara how to clean it, I waited for her explanation.... Well, my Soul grudgingly started unpacking its bags and putting away its clothes. Only a bit reluctant to do so. Just a bit.... Sara had gone to the nurse after little Bradford had sneezed two times in a row. New, young mother concerned to an extreme degree. No worries, as it turns out. But the nurse was swamped with work and asked Sara if she could take the prisoner his food for her. The baby was being watched by Sara's mom at the time. She had already gotten into the habit of carrying the little revolver with her. (Did a good job of concealing it too.) Well, she's 16, pretty, and I never noticed but apparently went up in cup size due to producing milk. Well, someone definitely noticed. The nurse is older and, no offense to her, a Plain Jane in the looks department. He definitely noticed Sara. Tried to flirt with her. Sara maintained her cool.... until he talked about getting out of there. Escaping.... killing anyone who got in his way. Including her. Sara smiled at that. His boast was amusing to her. But then, and I have no clue how he even knew this, he added little Bradford's name to the list of those who tried to get in the way of his escape. Yeah.... talk about S-T-U-P-I-D.

The smile vanished, and before she knew it; the gun was in her hand and she double-tapped that trigger. Can't blame her. When the world was still the world, she'd be forced to ignore such a remark from a prisoner. If she worked in Corrections she'd simply report the incident to a supervisor and fill out a detailed report of the encounter. Nowadays Justice is so swift that sometimes if you blink; you'll miss it having occurred. She got out of there. The nurse obviously knew but never turned her in. I feel worse for the way I treated the nurse than the way Sara treated that dumb-ass prisoner. That nurse has some strong morals.

I decided it was best not to tell Joshua. This is where the "just a bit part" comes into play with my Soul. One, what purpose would it serve? Two, he wasn't an innocent man. He killed people, helped to kill them; and then violated them by eating them. Also, if it got around, John might clamour for another trial. Joshua would refuse, of course. Then they might want him to step down. And who'd take over? This place has a handful of guys, at best, who might be good leaders. None want the job. And yes, I don't either. Maybe two or three guys whom I'd describe as good potential for leaders, but lack the confidence to do the job in any type of scenario that could be described as long-term. I'd put Carl Miller in that category. Then you have the type who have the desire, the confidence, and zero ability! Hello, John.

No, I'm not going to help things degenerate into a civil war. Best realistic outcome is that Sergay takes over everything. He's not really a bad guy as long as he simply gets to enjoy his very limited power and a few perks most others don't. As leader, I can see him quickly becoming a tyrant. Screw that! I don't normally buy into the "Greater Good" argument. Mostly since I seem to be part of the minority getting screwed over when it's applied. But in this case, who gets screwed? The dead dumb-ass whose gangrenous legs would have soon had to have been amputated anyway? Let's be realistic, he had no skills that would be valuable to the community. Even if he did, no one here would stand for him becoming a member. One of the few things all three groups in the fort could agree on. If it wasn't Sara, someone would have walked inside and put a bullet in his head very soon anyway.

Oh yeah, almost forgot, the fresh powder burns on Sara's hand that day. She got it from going downstairs into the basement to get the baby a new blanket. (Yeah, Joshua's house has a basement. Who knew?!) She spotted some sort of large, ugly critter and shot it! Yeah, I had a talk with her about gun discipline before I left. Took a look at the critter. Sure was ugly.... but then all opossums are. Just her luck that I stopped by with those baby clothes a few minutes after she shot it. As for the OTHER big, ugly, dead critter.

I didn't want to, but my conscience kept screaming at me to do it anyway. Had a couple of guys dig a hole. Far from where the others were buried. I didn't bring my compact Bible nor borrow one this time. I said a small prayer and took it upon myself to refill the hole with dirt. Honestly, it's far more than that S.O.B. deserved. But I gave it to him anyway.

Speaking of revolvers, I noticed something.... The stock checkered grips on the little Charter Arms of Kate's always caused one of the ejected casing to hang up instead of falling free. Don't know why I never consciously noticed that before. Then again, I've shot it very rarely since I acquired it. Never had to reload in the middle of a gun-fight. Good news is..... during one of my trap-checking excursions, I ran into a guy and a young woman fighting off a few Rabs. She was in a manual-push wheelchair and he was next to her. She had a snubby Taurus .357 magnum with concealed hammer, and he was using a Henry AR-7 with camo paint job. Honestly, they were doing pretty well for themselves. I later found out they were a husband and wife team and that he owned both the guns. I finally saw it.... Rabs attacking and biting huge chunks of flesh out of each other. Devouring each other alive. A very disturbing sight. But when their numbers thinned, the surviving ones went after the couple again! My Ruger Mini-14 got a bit of a workout as I shouted at the couple to reload, since there might be more of them. Thankfully for me, my gut was right again. They didn't aim their guns at me but acknowledged me before reloading. We finished off the rest. The guy turned out to be a professional wood-worker by trade. A skill missing at the fort.

Synnia and Jaime became the two newest members at the fort. Thankfully, Jaime was into guns and I just earlier today picked up a nice set of smooth gorgeous dark walnut grips for the Charter Arms Undercover that used to be Kate's. Checkering would have been a huge issue since Jaime didn't have the right tools for that job. Almost the same as the stock grips, but now the chamber right up against the gun after the latch is hit, has clearance to drop the spent casing. Using speedloaders is now a tiny bit easier to use too.

Synnia with her dark features, I think she's Persian, is drop-dead stunningly gorgeous. Just been a long time since her legs worked. I'll post how they survived this long in my next transmission. The blasted battery doesn't seem to last as long as it used to in the beginning. And I want it to still have some juice in it in case Daniel or his buddy who was headed to save him, decide to transmit. Stay safe guys. And be safe too!
 
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Well.. this is home for me and Amy.. as I mentioned in my last transmission, we have this old industrial metal fab building secured up real good. This is part of what must have been the presidents lounge.
 
The place is somewhat glum..but it's plenty of secure room..and it's easy to hear if something gets in as noise bounces off everything. Yet you can't hear a thing from outside..its ideal..
 
Had an adventure these last two days..it was a scare.. Amy and I have become more an more desperate for particular items lately..water and fuel treatment, ammo, and I also need certain goodies that would be nice..all of which I have had in a cache on my parents property about 40 miles outside my location here in salt lake city, a small town called Cedar Fort.. I have avoided the trip for so long but now having Amy with me to help pull security while I drive and just the desperate need for supplies developed into a plan to make the dangerous trip.. early on in discovered the drawback of a shiny car so I reluctantly sanded and mat black painted my beloved 1972 cuda with a load of rattle cans. Since then it has been beat to hell an has had additions added with a welder..looks pretty mad max but it has saved me several times..the 440 six pack an tranny are sound and the speed and power has helped me out of so many situations.. so we loaded her up with a few days food an weapons and headed out at 5am.. we took back roads around the thick of the city to avoid the heavy population of rabid infected..we had one situation where a street was blocked by a semi abandoned in the middle of a neighborhood..when we went to back up there were a dozen infected comming at full sprint so I put the 440 and boner bar to work and went through a vital fence to get around the semi.. avoiding the death Zone that is interstate 15, we crossed over i15 in one spot and heard gunfire that I assume was directed at us..we avoided random infected until we began to approach Saratoga springs..I was nervous as we approached the huge NSA headquarters between bluff dale and Saratoga as I remember it being heavily guarded even before the fall..to my surprise I could see electric lights up on the premises around the massive structure that sits a 1/4 mile or so past the barbed fence I was driving parallel to..there was dead infected EVERYWHERE..tho most abandoned vehicles were pushed off the road with something.. it was obvious at this point that this huge government NSA think tank base was still being used, had power, and was being defended. I didn't want to push my luck so I pressed on fast..I was surprised not to have been stopped or shot..we were past the facility and were negotiating through a downed sign when a drone dropped into view just 40 feet from us, it hovered in front of us then made a circle around us.. I could see a camera and I put my hands up without thinking..I'm sure it had to do with the NSA base we just passed..then it flew off as fast as it came.. we jumped in the car an floored it we made the corner onto the long road to Cedar Fort.. that's when things started to get weird ..and scary.. (part 2)
 
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Part 2, so where was i..oh ya..so we had made it to the long stretch that would take me to Cedar Fort and my priceless cashe of vital items.. a few miles down the road and a road block came into view just past the last houses before the road stretched out into open desert with nothing but speed limit signs for the remaining 8 miles to Cedar Fort..we locked an loaded an I headed into the field to go around the road block only to discover it was completely abandoned..I found that odd..but we got back on the road and continued on.. about 2 miles out I saw a deer dead off the road a few yards..in another hundred yards I slowed to see 3 dead people on the road, this was not unusual but what caught my attention was there didn't appear to be blood anywhere..they were just dead..I crept along nervously scanning around..something just felt weird. We then saw dead cattle inside the fence line up ahead an more out in the field..again there didn't appear to be signs of attack that was almost always present on a corpse.. Amy then pointed to another "something" in the road up ahead. Getting a real weird vibe, we crept up to the body at crawling speed..it was an old man's body..it stared down at it an he had thrown up on himself and on the road..its it was blood but no sign of attack. I gripped my War Train an Glock tight an muttered "what in hell".. we floored it, we passed several more dead cows an a dead cat before I reached the turn into Cedar Fort. At this point I just f-ing floored it...we screeched into my parents property guns at the ready..their big army truck an the motor home was gone and relief washed over me as this likely meant they went to there hideout dad built way out in the desert..he built it for a shtf situation an I knew if they made it there..they were likely fine. The house had clearly been looted as Windows were broken an random stuff was all over around the house an tire tracks all over the yard. Running out of light I didn't bother with the house..I had Amy pull security while I located the buried chain 200 yards from the house an attached it to the bumper..I pulled the big steel sheet away from my cache an we loaded up all my vital ammo, meds, treatments ect.. we were about to head out when Amy said listen..not a sound..she was right..not a cricket or bird..nothing, by now the sun was going down..we crept out of Cedar Fort noticing it was just uncomfortably quiet. I stuck the uzi out the window an fired off a burst..nothing, no infected came running. We hit the road an were a 1/4 mile out when a man crawled out in the road trying to get our attention, he was clearly injured in some way..I jumped out an approached him with gun drawn.. he vomited violently.. I tried to calm him, he was able to explain that some survivors had broke into the deseret chemical depot on the other side of the cedar fort mountain..a military base that stores nerve gas agents..TONS of it.. I remember knowing about that an even seeing it on Google maps before the fall..looked like a bunch of hangers spread on a grid out in the desert.. anyway these survivors stole a large truck load of chemical weapons and were at the edge of Cedar Fort when a biker gang road block trap was sprung and they lost control rolling the truck that quickly caught fire..the chemical nerve agents must have broke an then the fire amplified it's effect sending lethal smoke into the wind..it then dawned on me that it had rained the day before which likely reduced the airborne agents...but a shift in wind could easily prove fatal to us.. the man died about 15 min after we found him an we wasted no time putting miles between us an Cedar Fort..
 
Rob, it's Mono. Good to hear that the two of you are safe and resupplied. Sorry about what you had to do to that sweet CUDA of yours.' Though something doesn't make sense. Why would ordinary survivors break into such a place and make off with those things. I can understand breaking in, in the hopes that food supplies might be stored somewhere inside. But once they noticed it wasn't, why take all that dangerous, nasty stuff with them. I don't think they were regular survivors. Maybe they were men from the NSA headquarters in S. Springs? If they were, and they were sent to retrieve that nasty stuff.... Hopefully it was simply to relocate it there, maybe use it on the Rabs since their drones likely showed a pitiful amount of survivors in the area. I don't know.... But no way were they simple survivors.

As for caches, I buried a couple. One near my apartment next to a wooded area by the expressway. One recently by my main safe house. Last thing you want to have happen is get your stuff stolen if you need to bug out, and then get robbed shortly afterwards. Or, approach your safe haven, only to find it occupied and the meds. or food you need now under someone else's control. In case anyone stumbles onto my caches, I made sure not to include weapons in them. But that's just me.

Turns out Synnia, though not technically a tailor, has impressive needle-work skills. She's already stitched up two heavy-duty packs for a couple of individuals who thought they'd never be repaired again. On one of them, the strap snapped off. She fixed it good as new though. For heavy-duty needle-work, she's got it covered. Unfortunately, can't go into detail now about how the two of them survived all this time. They told Joshua they spotted a large mass of Rabs to the south, heading here. Long ways off. But slowly coming. Joshua is mobilizing all his men. He's even mobilizing the ones who don't want to go outside the walls because they haven't been out there. They're complaining. But Joshua made it clear that if they wanted to enjoy their lives of relative peace and comfort, they'd have to fight for it. If not.... They could grab their shat and leave! No one left. No one wants to be on their own. I don't either. I'm just good at making do when it's necessary. So there it is. Joshua is integrating those with limited or no experience into teams with trained fighters. That way, if folks turn Yellow, you don't have entire units cutting and running away. Smart.... This won't be an overnight thing. Looks like my Ruger is going to get much more of a workout than I expected. Stay safe guys.

I'll try to do the same.
 
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