Is anyone else having a harder and harder time distinguishing dreams from reality? I find myself sitting around in the middle of the day thinking about how scary it was when I got trapped in that diner, only to realize after about fifteen seconds that it never actually happened. Today when I went to shave (with the last of my Schick Quattro cartridges--anyone on Long Island who wants to barter, my contact information is to the right) I was 100% convinced that I was going to have to shave a spot that I'd missed the last few times where the hair had subsequently grown to about an inch long.
MEanwhile my friend Dave is in hell, my cousin is missing, I would be attending my five year college reunion sometime this spring if any of my friends from college were still alive, and I was informed today that my grandparents left Florida a week ago. It's been two days since they've been heard from by anyone.
Amy ate better today, I
MEanwhile my friend Dave is in hell, my cousin is missing, I would be attending my five year college reunion sometime this spring if any of my friends from college were still alive, and I was informed today that my grandparents left Florida a week ago. It's been two days since they've been heard from by anyone.
Amy ate better today, I
posted by Sean T. Collins at 1:15 AM
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Back from a successful mission.
After sailing the Sutter II to Cuttyhunk, the locals there welcomed us with open arms.
An elderly couple took my wife, baby and I into their home. Cuttyhunk's survival committee approached me last Sunday asking if they could use my boat to make some food/fuel/medicine runs at Woodshole. I didn't have a problem with it, just as long as I was going (hey, it's my boat now). I left my wife and baby behind. Safer that way. So, it was me, and 4 other guys heading out. I had asked if it wouldn't it be quicker to scout out Martha's Vineyard, but Mike, the leader of the scouting group, mentioned that the people left on the Vineyard have sealed off the island from any more people coming to their shores. Mike had mentioned that the Vineyard's selectman radioed Cuttyhunk a few weeks back mentioning that anyone approaching would be met with deadly force. Nantucket followed suit a few days later, so both islands are off limits.
It took us about 3 hours to sail from Cuttyhunk to Woodhole. The whole town seemed deserted when we docked. Mike and his crew were armed with rifles and shotguns. I was armed with a 9mm and 2 spare magazines. We walked out of the harbor area. Keeping our eyes and ears peeled for any activity.
I'll write more later, but the baby is awake...
Sean, you okay?
More and more noticeably, individual houses are being abandoned around here. People feel safer in groups, so the apartment buildings and even the condo blocks are filling up with people. And the houses are being methodically stripped of anything useful - including timbers. Anything that might help make a barricade elsewhere is fair game. The city is undergoing a massive de-construction project while fortifying those areas where the living still rule.
It's helped me get a better sense of how many people have disappeared, died, or fled since this all started. And it's astonishing to me. I thought we were doing OK, but it looks like at least half the city is going to be wilderness again when the vegetation overgrows it.
And it looks like my previous comment didn't make it through - Sean, what's going on? Why did you break off in midsentence like that?
Another thing I've noticed: No squirrels. No rabbits. No stray dogs or cats.
Somebody must be eating them. The living? Probably. You sure can't rely on the grocery stores being stocked anymore.
dr. john what city are you in again? How many of them do you see if you just stand still and be quiet at a wall? shit what I mean is, how alert are they when you are slow and quiet? the sound thing really blows me away. I've been looking at them while sneaking lately than I really like and as fast and strong as they are, they really are dumb. when it comes to distracting them with noise I mean. problem we've found is that they can hear you just as well as they can hear a rock you throw at the fence on their other side.
that boombox thing beatle did to get us a path into the library was cool.
we've hidden and eaten today. it's been cloudy so no battery recharges so no flashlights.
going now.
yeah Sean, are you okay?
Davey Oil
Seattle and Alive
I'm in Minneapolis. How alert the things are varies from individual to individual - sometimes if I see one from a block away and I freeze, it will just shuffle away. But sometimes they'll understand that there's a living person nearby and will come charging. One thing's for sure, they are not only stupid, but they have absolutely no subtlety. They either see you and attack, or they don't see you and move on. So at least we don't have to worry about them setting traps for us. Still, I never leave the house without suiting up - leather jacket, leather gloves, motorcycle helmet, and my baseball bat and a couple of kitchen knives. And I try not to go alone.
Things aren't as bad here as Seattle, from what I hear. We still get food trucks, and the local police and emergency services still basically function, augmented by some pretty hardcore neighborhood watch groups. Still, I don't know if we'll be able to continue living in a private home, even though our block has organized a barricade of fencing, scavenged barbed wire, etc., that gives us plenty of warning of anything approaching. As it is, at least two of us stay awake at all times, and the neighborhood is depopulating steadily enough that soon I don't know if we'll have enough people left to watch the walls. It only takes one of those things getting in to make everything go haywire.
And I still think we're only one natural disaster away from losing our collective grip on what's left of our culture.
wow! The internet -- who'd a thunk it? th utilities have been so spotty, i hvan't bothered to try to use my computer at home.
I"m part of a "neighborhood watch" and ducked out of the rain in teh public library. Someone left this page open on the computer. It's SO GREAT to see there are other survivors in far flung parts of the country. wow. i'm not embarassed to admit I'm crying .just so relieved to know we're not alone here. I mean, we knew, but not that there are folks so far away who are also okay or alive, at least.
it's been bad here, but starting to return; electric, food shipments, municipal services, corpse burials to keep the stink down. Being across the river from the city doesn't help, but I hear it's not nearly as bad as the northwest.
Got to go. Anyway, I'm Bill, writing from Collingswood, NJ near Philadelphia. (I'm from Long island originally, so it's good to see LI is okay enough that someone can blog from there).
Got to go. Stay safe all!
oh god they're everywhere - we cant see them too good for all the kudzu - not many of us left - sned help - the deep south is a lost cause
Jeff reporting in from Jacksonville,Florida. My reports are pretty grim from my kneck of the woods. So far all ive seen today was dead pass through from Interstate 95 thats runs through my neighborhood. At night i can make out the headlights from some of the cars whos lights are still intact.
I heard an ambulance or a police car with its sirens blazing and i ask myself whats the point? and quickly after, i heard a loud screeching sound and the sirens stopped.
As I was out looking for medical supplies, food and more weapons i happened to step into a backyard of my neighbor that led to Phillips highway (which is Jacksonvilles version Hollywood & Vine) and i noticed a couple of "women of the night" ripping some man out of his vehicle. I didnt have enough time to save him but it was his own damn fault, he shouldnt have stopped and checked out "The goods".
Im almost afraid to travel but i know ill have to because i dont know whats worse being alone or being one of the dead. I tried making it to my friends house who lives 4 blocks away but as I neared his house i noticed he was out in the yard but something just wasnt right about him, maybe it was his new gray complection but it took me all of a second to decide that our friendship was over.
I plan on heading north tommorow towards Georgia, the highway is littered with cars and i might not make it out of the city limits but i must try. There is nothing more for me here, family is dead, my cute co-worker Nikki is dead. DAMN THE DEAD!!.
Jeff OUT.
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