posted on Nov, 17 2009 @ 11:51 AM
We have been living in the woods for almost 3 years now. My uncle had a cabin I used to go to as a child and knew how to get there with ease. Growing
up in a rural area in a town of about 350 people I knew quite well how to hunt, trap game and cut firewood. Life is much simpler now but we still
live in fear and secret, the govt. has task forces set up to track groups like ours and round us up like cattle to have us chipped and imprisoned or
whatever else it is they do to people who refuse. We are pretty far from civilization and for the longest time we went un-noticed. But lately we
have heard from other groups like ours around us that “they” are coming. They know our groups exist and although we just want to live and be left
alone, they see us as a “resistance”. Funny, they feel threatened by us but this isn’t a movie, we are not some rouge group planning vengeance,
we just want to be left the hell alone! They have military force; I trapped a rabbit this morning with a snare, big difference.
Luckily we took a few solar panel generators, hot plates and heaters when we fled, as we now are afraid to light fires for heat because the smoke
would give us away. Our little cabin with three bunk beds, a small table with chairs and a wood stove is all we know now. There are four of us. Me,
my best friend of 20 years Damien, his wife Lisa and a guy we used to talk conspiracy theories with back in the day name Reginald, we called him
Reggie. We ran out of our food supplies about 6 months after we got here, we have lived off the land ever since. Funny the little things you miss, I
would give my right arm for a bottle of ketchup now but we deal. We mostly eat trout, rabbit, squirrel, small game birds and berries in the summer.
But, the reason I am writing all of this is because our neighbors about 40 miles to the east, the Tulk family were found or rather weren' t found, we
went to go visit them as we sometimes do(they for some reason had a huge supply of pepper, so we trade what we have for a bottle from time to time).
Well, last time we visited them, they were gone, all of them. Looks like there was a struggle, snow stained with blood, meals left on a table and the
dog they had, Skipped barked uncontrollably. We salvaged what we could and came home quickly. I fear our time is getting shorter here.
MORE TO COME.
[edit on 17-11-2009 by stereovoyaged]