what is left of us |
A story of trying to survive after the end. |
oonzia asked: this is pretty awesome
Thanks! I am by no means a Pro, or even hobbyst writer. I just have these ideas, man. It means a lot to me that even one person out there thinks this is neat.
— time stamp: 06/17/2^^^ 17:15 —
— location: BT-324_7 ———————
— access: Fuchsia lvl7 ———————-
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hello? is this thing still transmitting?
If any one read my last entry, I made it to the market okay and was able to trade the things I salvaged for a few goods. Mostly safe food and some clean water. Most importantly I was able to trade for a small kayak. It’s busted up, and dinged to hell and back, but she floats and she’s light enough for me to carry on short portages. I don’t want to talk about what I had to trade for that, but once I had it the plan was to head south.
I followed what was the Kissimmee river, greatly widened now it was more like a channel, as far south as I could, hoping to hit lake Okeechobee, and by that extent trying to hit North Miami. I had friends and family down there, and I wanted to try and find them, whatever naive hope that was.
As I traveled down the river, I didn’t see many other boats, or anyone else for that matter, which is honestly probably for the best. Most people these days were not to be trusted, especially by a lone woman. Most days I just floated with the current, trying to work out a map in my head of where was still whole.
As I got further south, the weather got progressively weirder, which is saying something for Florida. It had been raining pretty much steadily for the past four or five days, but that’s not odd of in it’s self, what was really odd were the colours of the sky the further I went. First the rain started, not that bad by most standards, no wind to speak of, and it didn’t ruin my visibility to bad, so I traveled on.
On the third day down the channel, I noticed a strange greenish tinge to the sunrise. Taking little notice, I packed up my little camp and prepared to strike out for the lake today. Over the next hour or so, the current picked up and the sky continued to glow that odd green colour, like the backside of a firefly. As I went, not only did the rain pick up, but the wind began to gust and howl like a hurricane, by noon I was making no further progress southward, and not even the waters growing current could pull me against the howling wind and rain. Pulling my kayak ashore, I found what I guess used to be a country-club, and a pretty nice one at that, it even has it’s own mini airport.
Miraculously it even has running power and what seems to be clean water, I’m gonna take one hell of a shower. In the morning I’m going to scavenge around and see what I can find. Hopefully this weird ass storm will blow it’s self out.
Anyone reading this, Stay Safe, and remember, all we have is each-other.
—END LOG—
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— time stamp: 06/17/2^^^ 17:37 —
— location: BT-324_7 ———————
— access: Fuchsia lvl7 ———————-
— CLOSING PORT —————————
— time stamp: 06/07/2^^^ 14:45 —
— location: AY-059_1 ———————-
— access: White lvl2 ————————
— BEGIN LOG —
Is this thing even on? I hope this goes through. I pray there are still people there to read this.
Things aren’t as bad today as they were yesterday.
Yesterday Acid rain swept the area (One of the many bad things about being in the Floridas), I sheltered it out under one of the ruined I-4 overpasses near what’s left of Disney. I don’t go any where near there any more if I can help it. The place is still to clean, it looks like nothing happened there, like the world didn’t fall apart on our heads. I’ve heard rumors of people, in tattered uniforms, still cleaning and maintaining the place. Like zombies, they shuffle about, waiting for the park to open. Creepy buggers.
I’m still tying to make it out to the main Orlando area. I have heard that there’s a market in what used to be the stadium, I really need to pick up some new knives. I hope I can find someone with a boat once I reach the shore, or at least a boat I can steal if necessary. The earthquake last month destroyed the last bridge that ran all the way there. Travel has become so much more difficult now that the state has become an arpeggio.
Right now I’m in what I think used to be the big mall out here, the Mall of Millenia? or is it the Florida mall? I don’t remember which. Either way, I’m in an old Radio Shack and it’s been pretty well picked over by scavengers. I was in the back looking for the first aide kit when I found the old inventory computer was still whole. The bigger miracle was that there was still power in this place. Turkey Point Nuclear must still be running after all these years, you think they would have shut it down after what happen at Crystal River 3.
So right now I’m charging my mini-laptop and media player, I’ve been going nuts without music. Well here’s hoping I don’t run into any reavers tomorrow, and can make it safely to the market. I’ll keep updating every time I can.
Be safe out there guys. All we have got is each other, there’s nothing else left.
—END LOG—
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— time stamp: 06/07/2^^^ 15:29 —
— location: AY-059_1 ———————-
— access: White lvl2 ————————
— CLOSING PORT ——————————
— time stamp: 06/07/2^^^ 13:45 —
— location: AY-059_1 ——————-
— access: White lvl2 ———————
— BEGIN LOG —
Testing this terminal.
The Quick Brown Fox, Jumped Over The Lazy Brown Dog.
Testing Upload.
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— time stamp: 06/07/2^^^ 14:29 ——
— location: AY-059_1 ——————-
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