Aside from stores, there were so many things just laying about for the taking. Different sizes and shapes of sheep metal everyone one looked... from
road signs and such. Hand and woodworking tools - never can we have enough of those. We wear them out quite quickly trying to replicate the modern
world here... the little comforts.
In summer we also began building a store of firewood. It is hard to explain, but once one watches it all fall apart, the need to overachieve
suddenly becomes very important. By July I'd say that we had enough firewood to last us four winters. And yet we kept chopping. We kept hunting. We
kept foraging. And we kept going on our scavenging missions.
It was those scavenging missions that provided us with the best stuff
, the most excitement, the most hope, and, ultimately, our demise.
You see we apparently are not the only
group of survivors banded together in this region. On our last scavenging mission, to a gorgeous little
town called Sylva, North Carolina, about an hour north of here, we must have gotten sloppy. We were apparently followed back by somebody. And now
there is the Devil to pay.
According to the voice on the loudspeaker we have been surrounded by the "New Confederation of American Patriots" and are being ordered, in the name
of "Acting President Bodeen" to "send out our women and lay down our arms.
Not a chance. Not a bloody chance in Hell.
As the sun was setting we tried to count how many of them are out there... Our best estimate is about thirty. All that we could see in detail were
armed with large caliber rifles. We, too, have guns. But nowhere near as many. Besides... five on thirty
? Well just ask George Armstrong Custer
how those numbers work out. Still... we will not submit. We will not "turn over our women". Even if it means that we end our own lives, or choose to
go out in the proverbial blaze of glory. We're not going out like that.
Good God those freaking Mayans.
I've jotted as much down as time will allot - and it is my wish, my belief, that one day somebody will come along and read these pencil marks, in this
tattered ring binder and know... know that Micheal, Sarra, Kathleen, Vikki, and me, Heff.... The clan of the Hand
- left this world
curled into a proud and unfearing fist
God bless you, God save us, and God resurrect the United States of America.
NATIONAL SECURITY ADMINISTRATION ALERT:
December, 21, 2012
11:11 PM - Greenwich Mean Time
A very suspicious string of code has been detected emanating from a North Korean server. Potential for EXTREME DANGER TO CRITICAL
Malicious code attacks all critical systems. No countermeasure adequate. Breakdown of critical systems imminent.
Activate CyberCommand defense protocols TRACTOR BLADE
and GORDIAN KNOT
Threat level: RED
THREAT LEVEL RED
Fusion center has identified following message included in suspicious code...
Goodbye cruel world,
I can't believe all of those folks on ATS laughed at me. I tried to warn them. I spent years trying to warn them...Now they'll pay.
edit on 12/1/12 by Hefficide because: OK 2 typos - and a bit of clarity