Day 319 “Dance with the dead”
The journey to the mausoleum was long, dirty and exhausting. Beth and I managed to make it here early in the morning. It stood in tact, but empty. The SUV is not here yet. Which means that either we are late or the others are still on their way. Either way we are staying here for a bit. We would have heard gunfire or at least the SUV driving, but so far nothing. Which means that they might still be stuck inside the shelter. With the amount of monsters chasing us in the forest I doubt that is the case. I hope they didn’t just keep driving past this place.
To get inside the mausoleum first you have to enter the graveyard. A walled off area with two large iron gates to the east and west. The forest is trying its best to reclaims this ares, but so far failed. Nothing grows on the inside of the gates. The grounds sit as empty as the tomb. The maslouem has no visible doors to on the outside inside. To get inside you have to enter a secret code, by pressing three colored bricks then pull one of the gargoyles tail. The weather had worn off most of the paint on the bricks. Making it difficult to get inside. I cut numbers into them to make it easier to work the hidden door. Let’s be honest anyone hiding out here most likely knows what they are looking for. When I see Dad again going to let him know about the changes I made.
Fremont and Dad made this hidden entrance. They said it was to help secure this spot better, but I know they did it for the fun of it. I mean a big door with a lock would work just as well. I do agree with Dad it is a lot cooler the way he did it. Is it strange to be resting in a tomb? Though with never having any bodies laid to rest here is it really a grave? Hopefully it will not find permanent residence with us.
Once inside the air was cool and musky. The layout on the inside is bigger than you would expect. There are two rooms. A living room and sleeping area. The sleeping area has a small but functional bathroom. No hot water though. Making for a cold shower. There is minimal power inside this place from the photovoltaic roof tiles. Enough to power a hot plate, radio beacon and lights on the inside. Nothing to advance just sends a check in signal. It can send out a distress signal, but no voice chat. At least here the water is clean and food will be hot. Also a bed well a coot with a pillow. After so many nights without sleep it is time to rack out for a bit.
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Day 318 “Myth of the Mausoleum”
Beth and I are taking a break from walking all night. You will not believe the things we saw out here! In the early morning one of those borrowing beasts ate a Charred whole. In one bite like it was nothing. Some much for honor among monsters. Which I am thankful the Charred helped us find that before it could eat us. That was on the path we where going. This was the first time Beth had seen one of those. She was understandably shaken by it. Beth turned sheet white when I told her what one of those things did to Lily. They are a lot bigger now than it was almost a year ago. Guess it has been eating good out here.
It is taking a lot longer to get to the mausoleum with all these monsters around. I don’t think we are being followed right now. Still I am taking us on a more zig zag pattern in case we are. We don’t have much in terms of weapons so best not lead them to our hideout. Beth was carrying the long rifle in her pack that floated downstream. I gave her my shotgun, but that is only good for closer range. Though it will not be useful if something jumps up out from beneath us and swallows us whole. Nothing we can do about that. I hope that does not happen again. Remembering Lily being dragged below by one of those still haunts my dreams.
The others will hopefully be at the mausoleum still when we get there. Beth and . I are going to need the sleep after these last few days .I guess now is a good time to talk about what the mausoleum. A long time ago there were few miners in these parts. Remember all those mines in Daikon well there are a few out in the forest. One of these mines belong to a whole family of miners. They would work the land and dig in the mines and made a decent living. Now back in the day there was no real cemeteries out here, so the family built a tomb.
The wife wanted to be buried close to home when she passed, but didn’t like the idea of worms eating her corpse. Her husband who was modestly wealthy had an above ground cemetery built which is a mausoleum. Now mining is not the safest of ventures and neither is farming back in those days. Thankfully the husband and wife made it to a fine old age. Though as you get older it is normal for your body to start breaking down. After a heated debate one night between the two it was decided that the whole family would pack up, sell the land and move closer to the city for medical reason. This is where things get interesting.
The husband sold the land to a developer who planned on making the mine more industrial. Hire bigger teams to work the land and mines to turn a bigger profit. Once all the paper was signed the family moved out and he in. Now the investor was itchy to start getting to work on his mine and decide to stay on the land while getting everything in order. He was not the most adept at mining or farming, but one day decided to try his hand at it. Thinking how hard could it be if some backcountry forest people could do it. He went deeper into the mine than he should have. Working long into the night. Not knowing that he was in one of the more dangerous parts of the mine and triggered cave him. His body was never found.
You see when the investor put this deal together he did it behind his partner backs. The investor never married, had no children and was disliked by most of his family. The land and mine sat vacant for a long time until one day Fremont and Dad found it. They were hiking out here for a way to make it back to Daikon from our house on foot. Fremont found the investors journal inside the worn down house. He bought the land and then fixed up the empty mausoleum. To be used as a resting stop for the trail back to Daikon. Dad was the one that told me this story. I think he is lying, but still a cool story if true. When I ask Mom about it she says we all are to young for the real one. I miss my family so much. Only a few more days until we make it back to them. My legs have stopped their aching time to start walking again.
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Day 315 “Treehouse of horror”
It has been two days since Beth and I left the shelter to draw the monsters away. We left under the cover of darkness. To give us the best chance of making it to the destinations undetected. It must have taken every bit of courage for Beth not to run back into the shelter hatch once outside. Ghouls and the Charred covered the grounds. A few of those Horned Charred were resting near the main door. They will make quick work of the door. It may only take a few hours at best for them to get it inside. Which means we picked a good time to draw them away.
Keeping close to the ground we made our way to the forest line. At some points crawling. A few ghouls came close spotting us. Lucky they were coming from the opposite direction of our destination. With all this activity we had to take things slower than planned. It close to noon when we reach the woodshed. Everything takes extra time when you want to go unnoticed. Not wasting anymore time got to work. I could already he the loud thud of something slamming into metal from out here. The horned Charred must have begun their assault on the shelter door.
We worked most of the day away. A couple of times we had to take cover to hide from the odd ghoul passing by. Once everything was set up we decided to wait until the second fire and sound devices were made ready to start. With this amount of monsters nearby better to be ready to run to the treehouse. Even out here they roamed. There is no city or home close by here. These ghouls must have been wondering out here for months. Most of their clothes in tatters revealing bones and internal organs. Also that smell I don’t think I could eat for a week after that. One of those smells that will be hard to forget.
We lit the fires in the afternoon. Had this not been a mission it would be a great place to stay the night. A warm fire on a deep in the forest with only Beth and I. What more could you want. The oncoming storm of monsters will soon make this campsite a monsters only event. We rush to the second sight once the first log dropped on the self feeding system we set up. The second sight is when things got scary. (more…)
I am living the shelter with Beth tonight. The plan is to draw the horde of monsters trying to get inside away long enough for everyone to get to the SUV. Then start the trip back to Daikon. Beth and I will then meet up with everyone at the mausoleum. If everything goes to plan. This might be my last entry for a while. We could be on the run the whole time back to Daikon. Which does not give me a lot of time to write.
Here is the plan as of right now. Beth and I will head to one of the wood sheds we have in the forest. Our family has a couple of these on our priority. Mainly to rotate the green wood to dry. We will head to two of them and set a fire. To keep the fire going I will be using the self feeding method. In the middle of set up I will pack it with greeniest wood that will burn. The fire should draw some attention, but the smoke should help mask our scent. Once the green wood drops it will tigger some noise makers attached to it. We should be at the second site deep into the forest before that happens. I don’t want to stick around to see what all that draws in. (more…)
Day 312 “door to nothingness”
If Lt. Gale didn’t have shelter shock before she does now. Everyone is starting to show the signs. The monsters are still outside the shelter door. Testing for ways inside. Racking nails, teeth and claws against the door. Like nails on a chalkboard. It is only a matter of time until they get in at this rate. There is a second way out of the shelter a hidden passage. Leading to a hatch that will take us a little ways again from the front door. I doubt that more than 2 people can make it out this hatch without getting noticed though.
I am going to be honest with myself for once here. If Colonel Rives is still recovering from a broken leg. It takes up to 3 months to fully heal from that. Even minor breaks take a long time with leg bones. Unless we can make it to the SUV going unnoticed he will not make it on foot to Daikon. I have seen the Charred run faster than even a healthy person can run. Then add on top of that the only two people that know the area we are traveling is Lily and I. Which further reduces his odds if separated from us. He is a smart man and I can tell he knows this. (more…)
Day 301 “I was so wrong”
I got you with that title I bet. The honey was just fine. It was difficult to get the lid off though. Almost had to smash it open. I did not want it to come to that. That would have been so messy and Lily would have made me clean the whole shelter. From top to button just like Mom would have. Lt. Gale was upset with me and told me that I will be the test subject. If in a few day if am okay she will clear it safe to eat. Which means more honey for me. Which I might have made a mistake on eating it. (more…)
Day 300 “Wasteland Looting”
Ronin seems to be fully recovered, but Colonel Rives needs more time. Lt. Gale has taken to staying outside longer and longer each day. It is better than waking up one morning and have her missing. She has been reporting something walking around in the forest line. Nothing we can do about it until whatever it is comes out. It could just be wildlife, but you never know. The last thing we want to do is alert everything that we are here. Nothing says that like gun fire. A bullet from a rifle can be heard almost 3 miles away. Still it would be nice to get all the monsters taken care of before he start to head out. (more…)
Day 290 “Only static”
Still nothing over the radio and it is starting to get to all of us. If we can not get in touch will Daikon the trip back to camp will be so much more difficult. It would be great to have the support or at least a meet up point with a team. Maybe some of the military personnel from Canson have made it to camp by now. To let them know where we are. To think I could have been back with the rest of my family by now if I joined that team. Was coming back to our old shelter a mistake? Ronin would not have made the walk back. That is for sure. Someone would have carried Colonel Rives back on a stretcher. Also guided Will until his eyes opened back up. Maybe it was wrong to come back here. My head keeps telling me it was wrong to come back, but my gut says it was the right call.
During our sewing time I brought it up to the group. Was it wrong for us to come back here. I felt guilty almost instantly once Ronin spoke up. He said that if it had not been for him we could all be back in Daikon. You could see it in everyone’s faces that he was not wrong about it. Colonel Rives took a break from working on the radio to chime in. He said that there was no way of knowing what was on the road back to Daikon. That transporting the injured to a save location while the others made there way back to camp was a better option. The way Canson looked after the last cascade event this was the closest safest place to be. Then he used all those year of command knowledge to put my mind to ease. (more…)
Day 287 “Trapped in a box”
It has been a week and still no luck with the radio. The thought was thrown out there that maybe Daikon was destroyed. Or maybe our radio is working and the one in Daikon might be broken. Which would mean until the survivors of Canson get into camp no one else knows where we are. On the plus side we are going to be here for a bit longer anyways. Though I don’t know if Ronin, Colonel Rives, Lt. Gale, Will or Beth are ready for the life underground. Being stuck in a small cramp space is something you have to be trained to get used to. Will and Beth have already done it before, but the others I doubt. (more…)
Day 280 “Lost loved ones remembered”
The weather took a turn for the worst over the past few days. It has finally let up today. Though it is still ugly outside. The sky is full of dark purple clouds. When they parted I got a brief glimpse at the angry cracks running in the atmosphere. We left the shelter for two jobs today. First was to repair the Radio tower if we could. The second was to get the suv into the garage away from this weather. It was a small miracle that the windshield was not busted form hail. With all this rain it cleared out a lot of the snow still hanging around. Enough to find something I was not ready for. My long departed brother. (more…)