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Authors: Dave Rowlands
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Winter, that seeped into my bones as I stood at the helm. The Elephant was set up like an old sailing ship, a galleon perhaps, with the helm at the back, above the Captain’s cabin. There were cameras everywhere, a bank of monitors that showed everything around The Elephant, near and far, high and low. Stutter, when he chewed the words out, told me that the height had been necessary to avoid Dingo attacks, the monitors needed to see terrain as well as the inevitable hordes of the Dead.
Maori and Wall alternated with Giant and Scar scouting on motorbikes that had been stashed in a mobile garage that occupied the majority of the bulk of The Elephant. There were a fair few miscellaneous vehicles used for various forms of scouting inhabiting the garage, not to mention a couple of Utes for foraging. The Elephant was basically a small, mobile city, made by Mech-Techs entirely for Mech-Techs. Mutter made it clear that he and his comrade had known that Viking needed not just an exceptional vehicle, but the entire group as well.
noon
I felt strange, this high off the ground, so I spent most of my time in the Captain’s cabin with Viking. The rest of the squad hadn’t found anything remotely interesting, just a few smaller Dingo packs and a couple of groups of the Dead. The former they exterminated with prejudice, the latter they exterminated out of disgust and necessity.
Static, the Mech-Techs radio operator, had noted some strange reports south of Adelaide, some of the smaller settlements that The Queen had dealings with had simply vanished, completely and utterly. The people had just disappeared, nothing but blood left behind. She noted also that there were similar reports from settlements to the far west.
The radio network had expanded, now covering almost the entirety of the coastline of Australia, as well as several of the more prominent inland locations, and news was flooding in daily. Static had her hands full regulating the flow of information, but seemed to be thriving under the circumstances.
Static took me aside at one point, telling me that Ginger had been in contact, leaving a couple of messages for Scout and myself. No doubt he was wanting Scout to at least report in, if not return home by now. In any case, I felt Static should deliver that one personally upon our arrival at AR-18. So, I asked for my message.
“Ok, you might think this one is a bit strange, I certainly did…” Static seemed almost sheepish in her desire to not deliver the message. A moment later she took a deep breath and continued. “There have been Dead rocking up at Coober’s Nest, right? Naked Dead. Apparently in the thousands. Ginger reckons that they’re coming from the northwest, maybe from somewhere in the desert, who the fuck knows, and then wandering off to the south. Anyway, he wanted you to know about it. Apparently he thinks you’re some kind of problem solver.”
Ginger would not have been the first to call me that. Ironically, before the Apocalypse, my life had been in shambles. Now, it seemed, I had purpose. Or at least, someone that needs me to look after her. I’m going to admit it, right here. I’m only here for Apocalypse Girl and that baby of ours. The only reason I can think of for helping someone else is so that they help us in return. So far, this has been fairly consistent. Only The Queen, in Adelaide, had felt differently. Had she not been quite so radical in looking out for her own settlement, I think we might still be there, to be honest.
evening
I thought long and hard about Ginger’s news of naked Dead folk wandering around the Nest. They must have been drawn there by the noise, then finding nothing and nobody to eat I assume they wandered off to the next possible location. Still, what kind of insanity results in thousands of naked Dead people wandering around together?
Discussing the matter with
Maori and Wall alternated with Giant and Scar scouting on motorbikes that had been stashed in a mobile garage that occupied the majority of the bulk of The Elephant. There were a fair few miscellaneous vehicles used for various forms of scouting inhabiting the garage, not to mention a couple of Utes for foraging. The Elephant was basically a small, mobile city, made by Mech-Techs entirely for Mech-Techs. Mutter made it clear that he and his comrade had known that Viking needed not just an exceptional vehicle, but the entire group as well.
noon
I felt strange, this high off the ground, so I spent most of my time in the Captain’s cabin with Viking. The rest of the squad hadn’t found anything remotely interesting, just a few smaller Dingo packs and a couple of groups of the Dead. The former they exterminated with prejudice, the latter they exterminated out of disgust and necessity.
Static, the Mech-Techs radio operator, had noted some strange reports south of Adelaide, some of the smaller settlements that The Queen had dealings with had simply vanished, completely and utterly. The people had just disappeared, nothing but blood left behind. She noted also that there were similar reports from settlements to the far west.
The radio network had expanded, now covering almost the entirety of the coastline of Australia, as well as several of the more prominent inland locations, and news was flooding in daily. Static had her hands full regulating the flow of information, but seemed to be thriving under the circumstances.
Static took me aside at one point, telling me that Ginger had been in contact, leaving a couple of messages for Scout and myself. No doubt he was wanting Scout to at least report in, if not return home by now. In any case, I felt Static should deliver that one personally upon our arrival at AR-18. So, I asked for my message.
“Ok, you might think this one is a bit strange, I certainly did…” Static seemed almost sheepish in her desire to not deliver the message. A moment later she took a deep breath and continued. “There have been Dead rocking up at Coober’s Nest, right? Naked Dead. Apparently in the thousands. Ginger reckons that they’re coming from the northwest, maybe from somewhere in the desert, who the fuck knows, and then wandering off to the south. Anyway, he wanted you to know about it. Apparently he thinks you’re some kind of problem solver.”
Ginger would not have been the first to call me that. Ironically, before the Apocalypse, my life had been in shambles. Now, it seemed, I had purpose. Or at least, someone that needs me to look after her. I’m going to admit it, right here. I’m only here for Apocalypse Girl and that baby of ours. The only reason I can think of for helping someone else is so that they help us in return. So far, this has been fairly consistent. Only The Queen, in Adelaide, had felt differently. Had she not been quite so radical in looking out for her own settlement, I think we might still be there, to be honest.
evening
I thought long and hard about Ginger’s news of naked Dead folk wandering around the Nest. They must have been drawn there by the noise, then finding nothing and nobody to eat I assume they wandered off to the next possible location. Still, what kind of insanity results in thousands of naked Dead people wandering around together?
Discussing the matter with
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