Day 137 For the most part of my life I have been a homebody. I have only been to a city with more than 5,000 people living in it a number of  times. It was always the same city to. A odd city with a even odder name Canson. Most of the people that go to Canson are migratory. The City of Canson only claim to fame is its  airport. It is where people like Fremont with a lot of money like to park their private jet fleet. Fremont is not the only rich person to live in these parts and when you get to that level of wealth people fly to you for meetings not the other way around. I asked Fremont about it once and he told me that when you are rich people never leave you alone. You can’t walk down the street, go to the store or even a have a nice family outing without getting harassed. That is a little bit why he moved out here. Then some of his other billionaire buddy followed him. Canson also had the necessity framework to support these rich peoples net works. Like schools, hospitals, police stations, 5 star restaurants with super high speed internet. Mind blowing how just a few people need so much support to run their day to day. (more…)
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Day 112

I did not get much sleep last night another battle had broken out.  The charred as Cody calls them attacked in numbers again. I was put on stand by incase I was needed to help Mom treat the wounded. The adults must have accounted for another large attack in the next coming days. Cody would have been able to tell you all about the plan. The type of weapons used and where they were setup. All I know is that every time those “Charred or Ghouls” attack someone in my family gets hurt. It would been nice to get some sleep. I miss the days of sleeping in my warm bed. Without worrying about monsters attacking us every other day. Hanging out with Olivia and working on the next D&D campaign. Instead I have to stay up way past my bedtime to and finish the blood cultures that we took from the goat. Then go right to help set up the trauma center again. I could have been finishing knitting my blanket I have been working on.  Thankfully there was coffee in the cafeteria where we set up again. By the way I am too young to be needing coffee.

Everyone was  still setting up the trauma center when the ground started to rumble. A hole opened up right in the mess hall. Everyone panicked and raced for the doors outside.  Three massive bugs emerged from the ground and attacked. They looked like centipedes, but grotesque. With harpoon tails and too many claws to count. Blue phosphorescence gew leaked from their scaled bodys.  A couple people tried to distracted the monsters, so others could escape. As I made it out with Mom I saw something I would have rather not. Two of the monsters grabbed a young women and man then disappeared back into the hole they came from. Those cries  for help the people made as they were dragged underground were haunting. It reminded me of a time back at our home. When a rabbit got tangled up in the gardens netting we just put up. The screams it made as it fought to get free as a hungry fox came to claim a easy meal sounded just like the women being carried away tonight. That is not a way I want to go. I am sure that desperate look on her face and the scream the rabbit made will be in my nightmares till I am old and fragile. The guards rushed inside and started firing.  It didn’t take long for them to down the remaining bugs. It wasn’t until later we found out there was more of these holes across the camp.

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