I was sleeping soundly in the family’s shelter in our cabins basement when the alarm sounded. Quickly I jumped out of bed to open the door for everyone. Only to find Mom at the top of the stairs blowing the fog horn. Should have expected a drill at some point here at the cabin. At least everyone was coming to me for once. My ribs ached as I made my way back to bed. Have to remember that they are still healing and sudden moves don’t feel so great. It didn’t take long for the rest of the family to make their way down here. After the events of this year it was a new family record. Then we waited for the all clear.
After a few hours the radio inside the shelter broadcasted the all clear. Colonel Rives gave instructions that this was a test and for each shelter to report times and occupancy. It went faster than I thought it would then everyone went back to bed. No cascade event this time or monsters knocking down the door. Just a simple drill which was nice for once. Mom sent everyone back to bed tomorrow was a work day. Over the past two weeks I have been slowly getting back to a normal sleeping schedule. Something I took for granted a year ago. Going to bed when the sun goes down and getting to stay there has been a luxury.
Looking back over the past year it has been a wild ride. 1 year ago I had an older brother. I don’t talk about him much but I miss him greatly. Whenever I think about David I think of a different world. To think not that long ago, you could go to a grocery store and buy as much food as anyone person could eat in a lifetime. Jump in a plane and see the world. Go on a computer and learn the entrity of all human knowledge in one place or watch cat videos. Now you are lucky to get a shower every once in a while with soap. Tomorrow is a new day though. Even if it is a world full of monsters and no showers. At least we made it home and back again alive. In the past week alone I have spotted life returning to the woods. Even thought I saw the one antlered deer munching on some of the crops in the field. The birds are building nests and crops are growing in the field. Life might not ever be the same again, but at least it trying. In the end that is all you can really do is just try to make it. Sometimes I still struggle with this new world, but I keep going knowing it will make me a better person for it. I think if Beth is up to it I will take her on a picnic tomorrow. To celebrate an end to our first year in this new world alive.
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…)
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…)
Everyone has a job to do mine is simple. Work on the new cars that are being brought to the airport. Mainly running treage on the car. If the damage is too bad we red ticket it and move on to the next one. Now why would anyone bring a broken down car in to be fixed up? For parts to be used on the ones that do work. To make them as the head auto mechanic called it rat rods. We are up to five fully working Vans, Trucks and Suvs. One of the Suvs was in almost perfect condition expect for the replacement driver side door. Which was Frankenstein back in.(more…)
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…)
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…)
The general made safely to Canson. He is now command of the operations. It was late in the day when his convoy finally made landed. Before his arrival Colonel Rives had us clean everything. At one point he made us wash the walls. At least the smell is mostly gone. It was starting to get a little too rank even for the most season servicemen. You will never guess who got stuck on laundry duty. That is right my squad. Not how I planned on serving, but every job is important. While working on my fifth load of socks the call came in over the speaker the convoy is here.(more…)
Back before the world fall there used to celebration called groundhogs day. Someone would knock on a tree stump and pull out a groundhog. If it saw its shadow it would be six more weeks of winter. If not spring would come six weeks early. Well seeing how Punxsutawney Phil is probably long gone I guess the monsters our are new seasons fortune teller. The Charred woke up hungry and ready to eat whomever they could. Only a few made it out of the woods. The lookout in the control tower spoted them before they spotted us. One thing about gunfire though is that it is not quiet, so any other of these monsters looking for people to snack on know where we are now.(more…)
We got into Canson early in the morning. The Forward team welcomed us at the entrance into town. They have been working hard to clear and secure the airfield to make way for people coming. Ghouls have been attacking in steady streams here. Small to larger groups of them. At one time the Town has over 10,000 people living in it. Now most of them have been turned into those walking nightmares. How is it that some got turned into monsters while others remained human? Maybe everyone has changes and we just don’t know how yet. Could have the charred and Crypt Wisp once been human to? It would take a couple people to make one charred. That gives me the chills just thinking about how that could be.(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.