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Authors: Dave Rowlands
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noon
Going topside, there was nothing but blasted buildings and ruins. This had been the site of a fairly major battle, by the look of things. Bullet casings littered the ground, walls were demolished. There was evidence of fire, quite a substantial blaze from the look of things.
Jarhead wanted to check out what was left of the motor pool, discovering very quickly that there wasn't anything left of the motor pool, and that we were lucky that the Cold had abated and the snow had thawed out. We might have to slog this one out on foot.
Finding the nearest major road wasn't difficult, only time consuming. The clear ground made walking much easier, and before long the three of us were sweating enough to require loosening of our clothing, much of which had fallen to rags by this time anyway. The sun overhead warmed us in more ways than one. I had despaired of ever seeing it again.
The ground, to the side of the road, was cracked and broken, strange new flora forcing its sinister way through to find the daylight. Disciple stepped too close to a greyish green vine that seemed to pulse with an unholy, abhorrent life. It wrapped itself around his leg, sticking inch-long thorns into his calf. Screaming in pain he whipped his slender blade out, slicing away the offending plant-life.
evening
We found a bunch of abandoned vehicles that had been pushed off of the roadway, thoroughly ransacked of course, but it made a good place to camp. Each one of us would be able to stretch out in the back seat of our own car overnight, and they would shelter us from any Dead or mutants that might head our way overnight.
Watching the sun descend over the horizon, I listened carefully for the sounds of the night. There was nothing. We built a small camp-fire, cooking up some dinner while we discussed our next move.
Disciple was certain that we were relatively close to Brisbane, maybe even within a hundred kilometres, though the land looked blasted and destroyed, almost as if a major war had been fought here. There was evidence that buildings had indeed existed here, foundations and rubble were all that remained.
Crawling into my chosen car for the night, I heard the familiar jangle of Apocalypse Girl's mobile phone. We sent a few messages back and forth, though nothing earth-shattering. Just the sorts of things that people say to one another when forced to spend time apart. I will record that I miss her, at least, and that I am glad she is safe. The rest you can guess.
June 17 th Year 1 A.Z.
morning
I was awoken by a large truck driving past at a reasonable clip, though we were too far from the road to flag it down and it disappeared into the distance, heading south, as we watched. Disciple swore, thinking that we might have gotten a ride from them, or at the very least some directions. Jarhead, by contrast, felt that they would have proven more trouble than they might have been worth.
In any event, we ate quickly, then followed in the truck's wake, trudging to the south as a light sprinkle of rain fell from the dark grey clouds above. The sun flashed through them briefly, from time to time, though for the most part the day remained fairly gloomy.
Hearing gunfire in the distance ahead of us, we rushed towards it. It ended long before we got remotely near, and after an hour of continued trudging, we came across a pyre upon which burned the carcasses of several Dead. Reasoning then that the truck we had been awoken by must be a kind of Dead-patrol, we decided to stay out of their way. Shambling corpses we might not be, but from a distance there would be a few similarities.
noon
In the distance we could see the ruins of a large city. Buildings lay as if scattered by the wind, skyscrapers lay lazily on the ground where once they would have reached for the stars. However, we could clearly see that it was a hub of activity. Through Jarhead's binoculars I saw sentries walking along a perimeter wall that seemed a good couple of metres
noon
Going topside, there was nothing but blasted buildings and ruins. This had been the site of a fairly major battle, by the look of things. Bullet casings littered the ground, walls were demolished. There was evidence of fire, quite a substantial blaze from the look of things.
Jarhead wanted to check out what was left of the motor pool, discovering very quickly that there wasn't anything left of the motor pool, and that we were lucky that the Cold had abated and the snow had thawed out. We might have to slog this one out on foot.
Finding the nearest major road wasn't difficult, only time consuming. The clear ground made walking much easier, and before long the three of us were sweating enough to require loosening of our clothing, much of which had fallen to rags by this time anyway. The sun overhead warmed us in more ways than one. I had despaired of ever seeing it again.
The ground, to the side of the road, was cracked and broken, strange new flora forcing its sinister way through to find the daylight. Disciple stepped too close to a greyish green vine that seemed to pulse with an unholy, abhorrent life. It wrapped itself around his leg, sticking inch-long thorns into his calf. Screaming in pain he whipped his slender blade out, slicing away the offending plant-life.
evening
We found a bunch of abandoned vehicles that had been pushed off of the roadway, thoroughly ransacked of course, but it made a good place to camp. Each one of us would be able to stretch out in the back seat of our own car overnight, and they would shelter us from any Dead or mutants that might head our way overnight.
Watching the sun descend over the horizon, I listened carefully for the sounds of the night. There was nothing. We built a small camp-fire, cooking up some dinner while we discussed our next move.
Disciple was certain that we were relatively close to Brisbane, maybe even within a hundred kilometres, though the land looked blasted and destroyed, almost as if a major war had been fought here. There was evidence that buildings had indeed existed here, foundations and rubble were all that remained.
Crawling into my chosen car for the night, I heard the familiar jangle of Apocalypse Girl's mobile phone. We sent a few messages back and forth, though nothing earth-shattering. Just the sorts of things that people say to one another when forced to spend time apart. I will record that I miss her, at least, and that I am glad she is safe. The rest you can guess.
June 17 th Year 1 A.Z.
morning
I was awoken by a large truck driving past at a reasonable clip, though we were too far from the road to flag it down and it disappeared into the distance, heading south, as we watched. Disciple swore, thinking that we might have gotten a ride from them, or at the very least some directions. Jarhead, by contrast, felt that they would have proven more trouble than they might have been worth.
In any event, we ate quickly, then followed in the truck's wake, trudging to the south as a light sprinkle of rain fell from the dark grey clouds above. The sun flashed through them briefly, from time to time, though for the most part the day remained fairly gloomy.
Hearing gunfire in the distance ahead of us, we rushed towards it. It ended long before we got remotely near, and after an hour of continued trudging, we came across a pyre upon which burned the carcasses of several Dead. Reasoning then that the truck we had been awoken by must be a kind of Dead-patrol, we decided to stay out of their way. Shambling corpses we might not be, but from a distance there would be a few similarities.
noon
In the distance we could see the ruins of a large city. Buildings lay as if scattered by the wind, skyscrapers lay lazily on the ground where once they would have reached for the stars. However, we could clearly see that it was a hub of activity. Through Jarhead's binoculars I saw sentries walking along a perimeter wall that seemed a good couple of metres
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