Aug. 26, 2009 - 11:16pm

There are others out there.

- Communications from an RRC Chat with Ren

I was doing some searching on the internet on what the hell is happening and found your blog. Thank God there are other people out there attempting to keep in touch. With everything going on in the news I started taking my AR to work with me, leaving it in the truck of course….LOL… I cant imagine the looks from co-workers I would get dressed up in a suit and tie with an AR-15 draiped across my chest. Its my little bushmaster that I put together with LMT stock and eo-tech 552 on a larue riser. I just put a Daniel Defense backup iron sight on it as well. It also has a Midwest industries 4 rail hand guard with a black Tango Down for grip. Its not a bad blaster, but not as accurate as a nice bolt gun by any means. I started taking it to work with me back a few months ago when the stock market was diving down 300 to 500 points in a day. It would suck to have all my gear at home and be miles away if rioting started, and no way to protect myself. I didn’t really want to take time off… yea … I know… dumb move on my part, but I didn’t know if all of this was just media garbage or really happening…. Now I know it’s the latter. You know what they say, hindsight is 20/20.

I don’t know where all you ya’ll are from…. But down here in sunny florida its been raining A LOT. Lemme be the first to tell ya… It seems to act as an amplifier to every bodies panic down here….. this state is being chocked off I think…no food trucks… publix is ….. shit… gotta go … theres someone screaming outside….. brb.

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Aug. 25, 2009 - 10:05pm

Before I log of, here are some uploaded pictures of what I could take clearly, while I was out on the 24th. I did not want to linger in one spot for to long.

Aug. 26, 2009 - 9:56pm

The more I read, the more cautious I get around the windows. The wife had a good idea to cover all of them with heavy drapes to cancel any light pollution from leaving our house at night. The last thing I need to deal with is attracting one or many of the dead.

Read this.

- Transmission from mjporreca

Containment in the city broke and news spread like a wildfire in all directions. We all thought the smart ones went east into New Jersey because not as many of the creatures were crossing the bridges. But when word got out that New York and Baltimore quarantines had collapsed too all those people had the ocean on one side, and literally a sea of bodies, alive and dead, on the other. I’m glad we are out West of Philly. The “experts” are saying major cities will have the biggest concentrations, so people should avoid them. The internet is now full of reports and information about the dead coming to life and feeding on the living.

For right now a bunch of us have banded together with weapons and are gathering supplies. Our neighborhood has a nice view all the way down to the Schuylkill River. We stood around for hours asking each other if this was really happening, or was this some new War of the Worlds hoax. One neighbor said she got a text message from her brother who had locked himself in his house. She heard constant pounding and wailing in the background. He was terrified. She was convinced it’s all real, but we were all still having trouble accepting it.

That’s when we saw the first one. A man came shuffling up the street. He was 50 or 60 yards away. We thought he was just tired and struggling up the hill. None of us recognized him. My neighbor’s daughter was the first to notice anything wrong. She asked, “Mommy, why doesn’t that man have a chin?” She was right. As the thing’s head bobbed up and down, she had the best view. Its jaw was completely missing, tongue, chin and a hunk of the throat all gone. The black shirt we thought he was wearing was really white with dried blood. Some of us were frozen; staring in disbelief. The rest screamed and ran, grabbing any children that happened to be there. The moaning started. That blood curdling moan that you feel in your spine. It snapped me out of the trance I was in. Reached back and pulled out the .45 I had on my belt. The 1911 boomed loudly as I fired 3 rounds. The first hit square in the dead man’s chest stopping his step. The next a little higher, in what was left of his gaping mouth. The shot sprayed out behind his head. The third shot, the bull’s-eye, square in the forehead. The zombie’s head snapped back, and the rest of him followed like a falling tree. For a minute no one moved. Then slowly, pistol pointed at the creature, a few of us moved towards it. The rest went to get weapons of their own.

We haven’t seen any contacts recently, but I’m sure they’ll be here soon. I’m worried about how much light we’ll have tonight. The plan is to run tripwires with cans, bells, and whatever we have as an early warning system. Then use our car headlights to see what to shoot. I wish we had more time. Hopefully we will be ready to move in the morning and have a plan on where to go.

Between us we have over 10,000 rounds in various calibers. Run, stay, neither option seems good at the moment. I’m amazed how focused everyone is. No one is tiring, no one is stopping. Windows are being boarded, food is being stacked. Water, gasoline, tools, first aid kits are getting set aside for whatever it is we are going to do. About the half the neighbors fled. Traffic was a mess. I’m praying for a quiet night, and some answers in the morning.

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Aug. 26, 2009 - 7:46pm

- Transmission from mjporreca

I've been trying to find out what's going on since the order for people to stay in their homes started. From what I've been able to find online, a lot of people are without power, I guess in that regard we're lucky. The T.V is showing nothing and the 24 news channels are off air.

Around noon I noticed the police starting to knock on people's doors. They were moving house to house, so I had a while before they got to mine. Stories of the Katrina aftermath came back to me. I’ll sacrifice a few for the good of the many. After about an hour, A National Guard Humvee pulled up and handful of guardsmen started assisting the police.

Finally, the knock came. I cracked the door. The first thing I noticed were the black circles under the officers eyes, which were even more pronounced because most of the color was drained out of his face. He coughed, trying to clear his throat, but seemed to relax when took a good look at me.

Finally he got his questions. He asked if everyone who lived here was home. I told him yes, myself my wife and my son. He asked if any of us were sick, or overly tired, or seemed out of sorts. I told him no, but could tell he really didn't care about the answers.

I asked him what was going on, and why we were being told to stay inside. He said, there is a state of emergency declared and information will be given as soon as it's available. I pressed him for what the emergency was and waited for the rehearsed lines in response, but they didn't come. He leaned in close and whispered to me. The officer told me he didn't know exactly what it was, but something happened in the city, and it had to be bad. A lot of people must be dead. He said he wasn't supposed to say this, but to pack up and get the hell out when we got the chance, and if I had any guns, keep them loaded.

That all happened 5 hours ago, now the sun is going down. Since then I've seen every theory imaginable posted somewhere. Terrorist attack, biological weapons, aliens have landed, but I fear the worst. I think this might be the one thing every hard working, God fearing, country loving American fears.

Let's hope I'm wrong.

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