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BLITEOTW year 2 wrapup Jun. 14th, 2008 @ 03:59 am

As with last year, this post will make the most sense if you've read the posts that go before it:

On with this, thenCollapse )
Current Location: Home
Current Mood: tiredtired

Past midnight... Jun. 14th, 2008 @ 01:09 am
Well someone out there must still be alive, because we've got cell phones again, though for how long I don't know. It does at least enable us to get the word out, see who's still kicking, who we can bring out to get this place up to speed. We've been lucky: there are hardly any wounded, and none fallen.

The reality of the situation now is that it's not going away soon. The big cities will probably not last long, but we've got enough land here to support a few dozen people more or less indefinitely. We'll have to fortify, of course, but we've even got the berms to build on to make a defensible perimeter. We'll have to stockpile for the first winter, which means some tough raids ahead, but I think by next spring we can have enough crops going to feed and fuel our little community. I don't think I've seen this much passion out of Ian in years -- it's like all the community-building stuff he tried to make happen five years ago is finally coming home to him.

But under all the optimism is still a very real fear -- the scant few miles between us and a much denser population center may not be enough, and it might only be a few months or even a few days before we're overrun. If the nation collapses as we suspect will happen in the weeks to come, the twin tasks of providing and fortifying will stretch us thin for at least the next year, and we can only hope that intelligence and cohesive defense are the selective advantages they appear to be.

So here's the call, folks -- if you're still among the true living, come now and we'll stand together. Travel in groups, only in daylight, and be vigilant. Bring all the news you can: the names of the fallen, and your own stories, and the stories of those who, like us, have chosen in one way or another to survive. I believe humanity can prevail.
Current Mood: optimisticoptimistic

Jun. 13th, 2008 @ 10:06 pm
It's been a rough night. I never figured EL would be impenetrable, but I also didn't figure we'd get quite the influx we got. See, it's right at the base of a canyon road, so all the folks from up-canyon kind of funnel down to it. Fortunately Sandie and Olaf and I weren't the only ones who showed up, and all the folks who live there, so we had a good dozen of us to fend off the stragglers as they stumbled down the mountain or up the highway from town. It might have been a little easier with some shotguns, but 'long and heavy' makes a pretty good strategy. We're holding our own pretty well for now.

It's been quiet for the last hour or two, but I just don't think it's over. We're taking watches overnight; Ian and I have the next watch, mostly to raise the alarm if anything's coming. Gives me lots of time to think, and lots of time to worry about all the folks in my family I haven't had a chance to connect with.

Edit: Lil' bitty typo.
Current Mood: nervousnervous

Jun. 13th, 2008 @ 06:57 pm
Sorry it's taken me so long to check in again; it's been a tough trip up here.

We took off from Olaf's house and headed towards Boulder; I'd heard from Ian that he was holding his own in town, but I figured we'd do best in some degree of isolation, but without straying too far from a town. Besides, Eagle's Landing just seems like one the better places to weather... well, much of anything.

What I didn't count on is that there seem to be a lot of folks who didn't realize what it means to be bitten and tried to keep running. The upshot is that the freeways are nearly impassable in places where large accidents have blocked lanes. These spots are slow, nervous going with shufflers about -- we've had to corner-clip a few to get them out of the way. I think I heard somewhere that it's not a good idea to hit 'em head on in these cases, lest you kill the car and be in worse shape than you were. Some of the wrecks give evidence to that too.

So we crawled our way up over the big hill and were about to call ahead to be sure of where we were going... no service, on Olaf's phone or either of ours. Seriously, what the fuck? Either someone's already gnawing on the phone lines, or Boulder doesn't want word getting out. Blind, we forged ahead to Eagle's Landing, more a comical slalom than a desperate flight.

So here we sit, waiting for nightfall. Ian got back home with his shovel, and we all seem to be picking up whatever heavy, blunt (or not-so-blunt) objects we can find. Oddly, the internet still works, even if the phones don't. Guess that lends credence to the zombies-chewing-the-lines theory, or something.

Ah crap, I said the Z word, didn't I?
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