Sept. 10, 2010 - 11:16pm

r00t_610

God, Im sorry for your loss. Its hard to put into writing something that I should say more, but it will never amount to what you must be feeling. I cannot imagine what you must be going through. Damn, I should have been more diligent in writing my journal. It has been 97 days since your call for help went out. Your post was dated June 28, 2010 8:47 PM

I hope you alive man I really do. To answer your question, yes I know of the area. But a dead city sits between us, we must get you out of there.

We have written a collective message from all the men, women and children here and are transmitting on the few AM frequencies we can.

We are located northeast of Philadelphia. If you can get within broadcast range of our OP, our message can guide you to us.

I know the streets and suburbia are suicide to travel in alone, but if you can move fast and still have the energy and ammo to travel, we are not that far apart. We can only send out our scout convoys so far. There are roadblocks everywhere.

If you have a radio than can work within range of us in NE Phila, transmit to us we can come to your position via our scout vehicles and give you a motorized transport back.

We all hope your alive.

Please Respond back....

Drakin

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- Transmission from r00t_610

Drak,
I've seen you mention the Schuylkill River, where are you located? I'm contacting you from a town near Allentown. I'm assuming you know where that is.
I'm sort of in the same boat as you; I honestly have no clue how I have survived this long. My entire family is dead. They pasted about 4 months ago. I still don't know how I haven't killed myself. I mean, I guess I don't have to. The feeling of utter loneliness is slowly doing a great job of that. My food supply is running low. Every store around me has been depleted of ANY type of edible object. Giant, Don's Market; hell, even Taco Bell has nothing. Oh, the things I would do for a Chalupa right now...
I am well armed, though. I have a Bushmaster BCWA2F11.5/5.5 223 CAR 30RD that my Dad ordered a few weeks before the outbreak [Good timing, huh?] with what seems like an endless supply of ammo. I also managed to round up 4 smoke grenades and what I think are 2 frag grenades. Long story as to how I them; I don't know if they're real but eh, I can always hope.

If you are any where near me, I would be willing to travel. I will continue to check back for a response. Please, please help me.

Be safe

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Sept. 10, 2010 - 10:28pm

- From the words of Fargo007

Daylight. Not the best time to be out, but what is?

We are beginning to second guess our decision to remain in the house. It has been fortified well enough. We have had no entries. The dog has helped us to stay aware of them as they approach. He has no trouble detecting their stench from a distance. Having been face to face with a couple, I’m unsurprised.

The main problem is water. We had been using the creek as a water supply, filtering through a katadyn, but the water has grown increasingly foul. I don’t trust it anymore. If one of them is laying in it upstream and we drink it...

I really think our chances start to go up once we get further away from the population centers. The problem is making it out. We’ve got one running vehicle, plenty of gas, and plenty of ammo. As I see it, lack of intel on what is happening past where I am now is the biggest issue. The dog begins barking as I’m writing this. There’s one attempting to cross the creek into the backyard. Since I don’t want to poison the water for those downstream, I waited until he got over and square onto the lawn before resting the reticle right on the tip of his nose. I believed this to have (been) a neighbor up the street. Slow, so not so recently turned. The LWRC pushed back into my shoulder, and the suppressor crackled and hissed as I watched the round impact. The base of its skull detached and the head flopped backwards violently as the body continued walking forward, eventually falling backwards on its ass. I scanned as I reset the trigger. Nothing. Gun back on safe.

Great - Now there are four rotten, stinking corpses lying in the backyard in various stages of decay. The swingset and the trampoline that they lie in between have become painful reminders to my kids of how things used to be.

We cannot stay in the neighborhood anymore. We are packing up our supplies and are going to head west. I’m going to put the dog in the back seat with the kids, let the wife drive with a pistol so she can defend the cab while driving if need be, and I’ll keep a carbine and a shottie up front.

There aren’t many places that people are reporting reliably hold up, or have the resources to do so. Police stations, gun clubs and military bases seem to be the best bet. Once I get done working out a transportation plan of the best routes out of here, I think I’ll be heading for a gun club tucked away in the mountains out by Lancaster. Little place called New Holland Rifle & Pistol Club.

Sept. 10, 2010 - 08:58pm

They came in the middle of the night. But it wasn't a greeting the decaying endless death as we have come accustomed to.....

It has been a while since and dead have shown up in force with numbers upon our little enclave to really threaten us like it was in the beginning. The real miracle was how our little band got started, but that will be another post.

In those first few weeks, while we strived to secure an immediate perimeter around the small cluster of town homes we chose to secure to make a stand in together first, I really couldn't tell you honestly if we where going to make it out alive in this. There was just so many of them together en mass wandering around. Without the protection and support from my new neighbors, none of this now, what I am about to describe, could have ever formed. It simply cannot be done by 1 man.

On that first wall, we used anything we could get with the manpower we had available. Shit, we even tore up the sidewalk square slabs and used them as foundations for the wall. I mean we used ANYTHING. It was a rubble pile, but it was solid and most importantly it worked... and still remains our last line of defense if anything happens.

4 worked, while 8 fully armed with rifles and sidearms watched their backs.

We had a rag tag collection of firearms assembled by our own collections before all this shit went down, including my own lot. Mostly a collection M4's (or AR-15's a some of us like to call them). These as you can image came in just about in every configuration possible, but most of them where equipped with fast reflex sights such as Eotach's or Aimpoints. Every rifle is really a signature of its owner. Some had Magpul stocks and MIAD grips, almost all had a forward grips, my own has a RRA Nation match trigger. There was one who had a tricked out DSA FAL, free floated hand guard, the works.

Fucking hell though, we brought them all to us with the Gunfire. But what were we to do? Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

First came the fresh ones, the ones the fucking run. Drop the runners to the ground with solid body shots knocked them out temporarily enough to take out the head with a single accurate shot. It is the only way to kill them, and its extremely hard to hit a moving head a distance especially under constant pressure and fatigue. 6 where on the ground with the workers, 2 where up on the roofs in prone positions for the more difficult shots. In stopping a zombie cold from a dead run in this the FAL proved to be by far the best, but it was the combination of the accuracy of the m4's that really kept things dead when undead hit the ground.

They came in numbers at times, and they also came one by one. We worked non-stop till completion. Taking shifts between constant guarding and back braking work. I don't even know how many day its took..2, 3? We were running mostly on caffeine and adrenaline from the constant fear and stress. Hitting your mark at a moving target is not easy on the mind, it can be just as hard as physical labor. But it was the need to protect our families inside that drove us on.

Once a the rubble pile was 5ft high, i think it was on the 3rd day actually, we felt semi-comfortable enough for us to take shifts in sleeping. 4 at a time had that luxury. while 4 guarded and 4 worked.

Now we have multiple walls.

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It was yesterday at 9:02am, that we got a call from outside of those walls. I was smokin' one of my last cig's scanning the bleakness of the horizon, my m4 slung down across my chest via a single point sling, when out of nowhere....

*SCCCCCCCCCccccrrreeeEEaaaaAAACCCHHHHHH*

A fully loaded truck comes slamming around the corner. In tow, was about a half dozen sprinters (they looked fresh, god knows where they came from). I could hear faint popping and i even noticed at the time while i aimed down the sight of my rifle, they were dropping with precision, but i did not hear any rifle report. Was that a suppressor?

Pulling up to the semi-trailer gate was not death, but LIFE! A whole Family by the looks of it. Kept safe, and well fed by the looks of it.

After a brief introduction we let them in, cautious as always at first, but we soon found out we had nothing to fear from this family. Well maybe the dead should fear them.

It was Fargo007 with his family, and they were on the move.

My next entry will be a verbatim description of his account.