The clean up has taken forever. Burying all those ghouls took up a lot of time. Even with a backhoe it just was a lot of busy work. We could have just piled them all up and burned them, but nothing say hey monsters look at us like a huge fire. At least we should be done with the major monster forces hiding out in the suburbs for a bit. Which will make scavenging for food a safer task. Yesterday a small team was sent out to do some more recon of the area. They should be back tomorrow soon with a full report. I hope it is like yep all monsters dead proceed with the phase 2. (more…)
Day 250 “Ghouls on Parade”
We are pinned down inside the Airport. Today should have started the assault on main street until everything that was hiding in the suburbs came marching down main street. Hundreds maybe even thousands of ghouls lining the road. Marching down the road like a Halloween parade. The Charred also making up the ranks with a few Crypt Wisp on the sides. You can make out the Crypts from the way the light is distorted around them. Thankfully the higher ups had the foresight to block the roads leading into the airport into choke points. Otherwise we would have been overran a lot sooner. (more…)
We left camp Daikon for Canson two days ago. Tomorrow we should be reaching the city. For the last two nights we have been getting attacked by ghouls in regular bouts. It is like they knew we were coming. Each attack coming from random directions each time. The last attack a group of 30 jumped off a cliff and landed on to the top of the lead transport. Thankfully these monsters are slow and not quick to get back up once they fall. A few people were injured, but nothing life threatening. The transport on the other hand ruptured a few hoses when it ran over a few ghouls that landed in front of it
The convoy had to stop for repairs. Colonel Rives picked a old turnout next to the road for us to stop at. Thankfully with a clear view all around. A perimeter was set and look outs put in place around the edges of the forest to watch for more ghouls. The nights are still cold and we can’t light fire. Making one is just asking for something to attack. A campfires light can be seen for over a mile away when there is no other light outside. headlights at night going down a set road is not the wisest choice either. Our small squad did not have guard duty tonight, but none of us could sleep, so I took a small walk to warm up. While walking around to keep my joints from aching I ran into Colonel Rives heading back from the bush. He joined me on my walk and we chatted for a little bit.
Colonel Rives told talked to me about the operation into Canson. I asked him if he had any idea what caused the end of the world. He had a few guess, but without intel just museing and speculation. I tried to press him on what a cascade failure could be again no luck. After that we quietly walk around until gun fire broke us out of the walkers dazes. A few ghouls attack again only a few this time. The sooner we get to Canson the better. Seeing the bodies up close of the ghouls just makes it more clear that the world has changes so much in these past 200 days.
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Today we buried all the people that passed away from the attack. We held The service at sunrise. The suns rose slowly warming us as the rays lit the predawn ground. Dad gave a simple eulogy. Listing the names of the fallen. There was ten in total that died during and after the attack. The Smiths family lost their oldest and youngest son. The Lopez family was wiped out of all five family members. Leaving an open cabin for a new family to move into. Yesterday the last Davis brother passed from his injury. Preceding his two other brothers. Had it not been for all these people I would not be here today. I attended the funeral with all the other veterans and their families. The bodies were buried in one large grave and a single headstone marked the people that lay to rest there. We gave our thanks and goodbyes. Then set out for work. Even though you feel like the world had stop, it goes on. It has been a long last seven day since the attack. The ghouls still keep attacking, but not in numbers like before. A few here and there. Most of them a ghastly remembrance of the person it once was. I have not been to the battle site since the attack, but am told the new ghouls that have arriving do not look pretty. Once they are dispatched they get their own funeral. Each day a tractor pushes the slayed ghouls into a pile to be burned that night. No one cries for them.
Day Part 4
The attack came at dusk. In the fading light the ghouls looked like the humans they used to be. Had I not seen these things earlier today, I would have welcomed them into the camp only to be brought to my demise. How many people had already fallen for that trap? We didn’t have much time to set up a great defense but had to make due with what we had. When the first wave of attackers reached the fire line, they didn’t stand a chance. Everyone was nervous and trigger happy. Then a second wave came with larger numbers. The first wave looked deceivingly human. While each wave after looked more ghastly than the last. They wore skin that barely covered their organs. Cracked bones protruded like spears. These ones didn’t have speed, but had morbid persistence. Again these things were hewn down with relentless firepower. It wasn’t until the later attacks that people started to get hurt. The ghouls just kept coming. Each group worse than the others. The fire line to the far left of us was the first to fall. Running out of ammo, they found the ghouls noticed and focused that area. That is when the heavy weapons came out. Mortars and rockets lit up the forest. Each explosion sending a concussive wave that rattled my body. I crouched barely breathing inside my foxhole. I think I tried to scream and my eyesight blackened. I was in a nightmare I could not wake from. Then as fast as it started it was over. There was a few more shots of gunfire what felt like miles away. Then a cheer that the battle was won. I shifted to find I could not stand, something was pinning me down. I panicked and started to thrash around only to her Lily’s voice whisper it was going to be okay. She wouldn’t let anything hurt her little brother. I relaxed and she got off me. Again I tried to stand but light-headed I nearly passed out. I balanced myself and took a look at my surroundings. Body parts were scattered all around. Small trees cast dimmed shadows around the forest. The fortifications to the left and right of us began calling for medical help and people rushed in. I sat back down and started to cry again. Lily hugged me and joined in. We knew it couldn’t be over. Soon, the final attack came.
The charred must have been driving the ghouls to us. Waiting for us to tend to our wounded to attack. Out from the tree line they emerged. Barely visible as the onslaught of explosives knocking most of the lights out. Standing taller than any men, with cracked blackened skin and long jagged claws hands. They cut down wounded and healer alike, making quick work of them. The screams broke me out of my shell shocked state. It seemed like this was going to be the end. There was just too many of them and too many wounded to fight back. My thoughts went to my family and friends. I had to keep fighting for them. I knew I would get yelled out later for what I did, but it was the only thing I could think of. I got out of my foxhole with the only my laser pistol and trench knife to engage the charred in melee. I don’t have much a of memory of what happened after that, but I woke up in the mess all with Mom and Courtney standing over me tears in their eyes.
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Day 100 Part 3
Dad filled us in on what happened during the rescue mission while we worked building defenses for the camp. The trouble started a few days before they had reached the Gonzales. They came across other survivors. Dad almost hit them with the beast as they ran out of the forest to try and stop him. Both of them were hurt and needed help. Miller was out of the door first gun drawn. You never know if it is people in need or bandits on the road. It didn’t take Miller long to find out. A small group of those ghouls were close by. Miller open fired on them the instant he saw them and ushered the people inside. From then until they reach the Gonzales location it was skirmish after skirmish with those ghouls. Everyone once in a while a group of the charred would join in the fight. In one of the attacks the radio for the RV was destroyed.
The night they made it to the Gonzales the attacks died down. The Gonzales were all safe in the bunker with other survivors. The reason why the Gonzales did not stayed at this shelter was not because some monster destroyed their van, but something more sinister. A squirrels had chewed through the vans battery cables the frist night there. The same squirrels also chewed up most of the electrical inside the underground bunker some time ago. The Gonzales tried to leave on foot, but were attack by those ghouls forcing them to retreat back to the shelter. This small shelter was stocked with a limited amount of provision, so time was not on their side. Mr. Gonzales managed to get some of the electrical working. Enough to power the small radio they had with them. Thought the range was limited. He Made contact with Dad before the Rvs radio was destroyed. That was as far as Dad told me before the second wave of ghouls made contact with us at the camp.
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