This is Brittany.
For those that don't know, I had been with Aaron for quite awhile. I've been thinking for a long time how to write this and I feel really awful for not doing it sooner, but for those that knew him, Aaron's dead. If anyone knows how to get in touch with this Josh fellow he mentioned I'd appreciate it. I don't have Aaron's password to his e-mail. Thanks.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Saturday, July 7, 2012
While I was Sleeping
Once again, it has ended up being many many months before being able to post. I actually I have a fairly good reason this time though. A couple of days after my last post I fell ill. At first I thought it was simply a cold or sinus infection (I'm prone to those) but it became pretty clear what was going on after reading Josh's blog. I'd gotten the plague. The people of Springs (they chose the name, not me, apparently there's a place near D.C. named Springfield that a lot of them are from) found me with one of their scouting parties. They'd been sending them out fairly regular looking for food, supplies, and other such useful things. I was taken in and given a bed of my own. I don't really know a whole lot more of what's happened since then. I've been in and out of conciousness a lot.
I was mostly taken care of by a young girl named Brittany, though for the most part people just call her Brit. She had apparently just moved to Virginia right before the Fall and got to witness the fall of the military and government first hand. One of the people in that was her father whom worked for the Pentagon. He had been in charge of all the different Marine Bands in he nation, so he didn't feel too bad forgoing his post to take care of his family when the Fall came. Like most the families in the region, they were put into a large military camp with the military doing their damnedest to protect against the obscenely large zombie hordes ravaging the areas. If what Brit says is true, some of the horde's were tens of thousands strong. That's terrifying to think of. Despite having superior fighting power, brain power, and strategy, the camp eventually fell. Brit lost her mother and sister in the slaughter. Her and her father soon wondered south and eventually met up with some familiar faces from their neighborhood whom had set up a camp closer to southern Virginia. The camp over time had grown to about 50 or so people. They subsisted mainly on light farming and what little hunting could be done. Unfortunately, because of our ancestors, southern Virginia is not great for either. But they managed to make due.
That was apparently until I arrived. From what Brit has told me, after my arrival people started falling sick. They had trouble breathing, and would eventually just die. All the while Brit stayed and took care of me. Even when her father got sick and he too eventually died, she only left my side long enough to bury him. The few remaining individuals who didn't get sick or managed to survived the sickness moved on to other pastures a couple of weeks ago from what she's told me. Yet, she remained.
As far as getting better. Well, she apparently had been on my laptop off and on when watching over me. She couldn't figure out password though to actually get into it, until she got the ingenious idea in my semi-conscious state to ask me for it. Apparently, I'm very forthcoming in information when on death's bed. She looked around for any useful information about the plague and heck, just about me in general. This eventually brought her to my blog and by proxy to Josh's. She kept with it fairly regularly checking once or twice a week, and last week saw the post about the sauna and heat and such. Well, the place we had settled in was called Springs not only cause of the former residents but it was apparently a resort of some kind before the Fall so it had things like sauna's, hot tubs, jacuzzi's and such. How she managed to get me into one of those things I have absolutely no idea. But I awoke a couple of days ago and just now managed to catch up to current events and such.
The other reason I'm posting is because, well, we too are leaving Springs. Quite simply it's just me and her, and Brit seems perfectly content on going wherever I go. She knows my ultimate goal of trying to find my lost significant other up north, but this doesn't bother her. She says she just likes being around me. I'll take it. She's a good person to be around. She sweet, and funny, and despite everything kinda silly sometimes. She's also rather easy on the eyes. Plus, well, she kinda saved my life. I owe her. On top of that she has an uncanny knowledge of insects, spiders, reptiles, and other creepy crawlies that even I know little about.
As for my next course of action. I'm REALLY tempted to hunt down the Library of Congress in D.C. despite how HORRIBLE of an idea it is to head into that death pit. Just knowing I'll be so close to ALL that information (assuming it's still there) and not trying to do something to collect it or preserve it or something is driving me nuts. Not to mention possibly getting my hands on the originals of some of the most important documents in American history. It just seems almost worthwhile. But I don't wanna endanger Brit. I dunno. I'll discuss it with her and we'll figure something out. For now though I should stop typing and start packing up the remnants on this camp for travel. I'll try to post a bit more often. But no promises.
I was mostly taken care of by a young girl named Brittany, though for the most part people just call her Brit. She had apparently just moved to Virginia right before the Fall and got to witness the fall of the military and government first hand. One of the people in that was her father whom worked for the Pentagon. He had been in charge of all the different Marine Bands in he nation, so he didn't feel too bad forgoing his post to take care of his family when the Fall came. Like most the families in the region, they were put into a large military camp with the military doing their damnedest to protect against the obscenely large zombie hordes ravaging the areas. If what Brit says is true, some of the horde's were tens of thousands strong. That's terrifying to think of. Despite having superior fighting power, brain power, and strategy, the camp eventually fell. Brit lost her mother and sister in the slaughter. Her and her father soon wondered south and eventually met up with some familiar faces from their neighborhood whom had set up a camp closer to southern Virginia. The camp over time had grown to about 50 or so people. They subsisted mainly on light farming and what little hunting could be done. Unfortunately, because of our ancestors, southern Virginia is not great for either. But they managed to make due.
That was apparently until I arrived. From what Brit has told me, after my arrival people started falling sick. They had trouble breathing, and would eventually just die. All the while Brit stayed and took care of me. Even when her father got sick and he too eventually died, she only left my side long enough to bury him. The few remaining individuals who didn't get sick or managed to survived the sickness moved on to other pastures a couple of weeks ago from what she's told me. Yet, she remained.
As far as getting better. Well, she apparently had been on my laptop off and on when watching over me. She couldn't figure out password though to actually get into it, until she got the ingenious idea in my semi-conscious state to ask me for it. Apparently, I'm very forthcoming in information when on death's bed. She looked around for any useful information about the plague and heck, just about me in general. This eventually brought her to my blog and by proxy to Josh's. She kept with it fairly regularly checking once or twice a week, and last week saw the post about the sauna and heat and such. Well, the place we had settled in was called Springs not only cause of the former residents but it was apparently a resort of some kind before the Fall so it had things like sauna's, hot tubs, jacuzzi's and such. How she managed to get me into one of those things I have absolutely no idea. But I awoke a couple of days ago and just now managed to catch up to current events and such.
The other reason I'm posting is because, well, we too are leaving Springs. Quite simply it's just me and her, and Brit seems perfectly content on going wherever I go. She knows my ultimate goal of trying to find my lost significant other up north, but this doesn't bother her. She says she just likes being around me. I'll take it. She's a good person to be around. She sweet, and funny, and despite everything kinda silly sometimes. She's also rather easy on the eyes. Plus, well, she kinda saved my life. I owe her. On top of that she has an uncanny knowledge of insects, spiders, reptiles, and other creepy crawlies that even I know little about.
As for my next course of action. I'm REALLY tempted to hunt down the Library of Congress in D.C. despite how HORRIBLE of an idea it is to head into that death pit. Just knowing I'll be so close to ALL that information (assuming it's still there) and not trying to do something to collect it or preserve it or something is driving me nuts. Not to mention possibly getting my hands on the originals of some of the most important documents in American history. It just seems almost worthwhile. But I don't wanna endanger Brit. I dunno. I'll discuss it with her and we'll figure something out. For now though I should stop typing and start packing up the remnants on this camp for travel. I'll try to post a bit more often. But no promises.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Quick Message
Just a quick message to let people know I've left Soot finally. I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you all, but despite having regular access to things like air conditioning, heating, and other electrical convienances there was not a regular access to an internet connection there. Part of the reason I left. That and I finished convincing Soot to work out a trade with New Haven. The details aren't overly important, but hopefully it'll be lucrative. So now I'm gonna head toward Virginia before stopping into D.C. and seeing what's left there. I really wanna check on the Library of Congress to see if anything is left there. It'd be awesome if there was. Anyways, I gotta get going. Break time is over.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Just hanging around
So I'm just hanging around Soot (it's what I've decided to call our little Coal Mining place) waiting for word to come back from New Haven about possible trade arrangements. The folks around here are amicable enough and look forward to doing business. I'm not sure what New Haven could do with Coal, but resources are resources ya know.
I've been here for a little over a month and it's a fairly well run little town. Most everyone, seemed to have known each other before the fall and they all get along fairly well. At first they were a little weary of me, but the longer I've stayed, the more comfortable they've gotten.
The weather has been unseasonably warm which has made for an odd kind of winter. Far more rain than snow so far this year.
I really don't have a lot to say. I miss the folks at New Haven., but I have places to go, people to see.
I've been here for a little over a month and it's a fairly well run little town. Most everyone, seemed to have known each other before the fall and they all get along fairly well. At first they were a little weary of me, but the longer I've stayed, the more comfortable they've gotten.
The weather has been unseasonably warm which has made for an odd kind of winter. Far more rain than snow so far this year.
I really don't have a lot to say. I miss the folks at New Haven., but I have places to go, people to see.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Electric Blues
So I'm resting at one of the stops I was asked to make. Like Josh, I can't really give specifics as to where I'm at due to the fact that I've been asked not to say. Granted I don't have a whole bunch of people reading my stuff like he does, but there's that off-chance ya know. The trip up here wasn't terribly eventful. Being only one person I was able to avoid most the big clomps of zombies and the smaller ones I was able to deal with (either by avoiding or removing). It being so cold out has helped a great deal too. The zombies in this area don't seem quite as active nor do they seem to have caught up to the one's in the rest of the country. Mostly shamblers with the odd smarties and the occassional toughy (not sure what name Josh gave them).
So yes, about the place I'm staying at. It's not terribly large, maybe a hundred people or so. But they have a rather valuable resource. Coal, and a good amount of it. Before the fall, this place was one of the many coal mining villages that dotted landscape in these parts. These places for the most part were completely self-sufficient before the fall. So, it's made them ideal for being after. Most the people here were here before the fall with only the odd straggler coming in afterwards. They've told me they don't really have to deal with zombies terribly often due to the remote nature of their location. When they've had to deal with them, they've been fairly efficient about it. After my second day here I watched about ten or fifteen zombies approach the metal fence they use to protect themselves. The cool thing about that fence is that it''s electrified. So for the most part the zombies fried themselves on it. The couple that didn't were put down by a couple of shots from the guards in their towers.
I haven't really approached them about making any sort of trade arrangements with New Haven yet, though I plan to soon. They know that's more or less why I'm here, but I figured I could use a few days out of the cold to relax and enjoy their hospitality. That, and I like to get to know people before bargaining with them. Helps me understand them better, know what they want, so I can make the transaction as beneficial as possible for both sides. I'll talk to them in the next couple of days about the whole ordeal. See what can be worked out.
So yes, about the place I'm staying at. It's not terribly large, maybe a hundred people or so. But they have a rather valuable resource. Coal, and a good amount of it. Before the fall, this place was one of the many coal mining villages that dotted landscape in these parts. These places for the most part were completely self-sufficient before the fall. So, it's made them ideal for being after. Most the people here were here before the fall with only the odd straggler coming in afterwards. They've told me they don't really have to deal with zombies terribly often due to the remote nature of their location. When they've had to deal with them, they've been fairly efficient about it. After my second day here I watched about ten or fifteen zombies approach the metal fence they use to protect themselves. The cool thing about that fence is that it''s electrified. So for the most part the zombies fried themselves on it. The couple that didn't were put down by a couple of shots from the guards in their towers.
I haven't really approached them about making any sort of trade arrangements with New Haven yet, though I plan to soon. They know that's more or less why I'm here, but I figured I could use a few days out of the cold to relax and enjoy their hospitality. That, and I like to get to know people before bargaining with them. Helps me understand them better, know what they want, so I can make the transaction as beneficial as possible for both sides. I'll talk to them in the next couple of days about the whole ordeal. See what can be worked out.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Leaving New Haven
So I'm gonna be leaving New Haven tomorrow, to see if I can find out what's happened to Jen and a few other of my friends. Part of me is looking forward to this, while the other part of me is terrified of what I'll find. But I've never really let fear stop me from much of anything before.
The kids seem to be really upset about me leaving, but after explaining to them that I would eventually be back they seemed mostly ok with it. To be honest though, I don't know if I'll be back. Don't get me wrong. I plan to come back, I do. But winter is starting up and it maybe a long while before I CAN make it back here.
I realize that weather-wise this is a horrible time to leave, especially toward the northeast. The snows they get there make ours look small and pathetic. But I can't just sit here and wait. I have always been driven forth by my curiosity and my need to "know things".
In preparation I'm taking a good chunk of supplies with me, and Josh has been kind enough to let me know of a few groups that might be up there that I can drop by and visit with. He's also asked me to see if I can make any in roads with them. Help set up the massive trade network he's building. So I'm going to see what I can do. I like to think of myself as likable enough. So it shouldn't be too hard. Hopefully. I'm also being allowed to take one of the trucks and some fuel which is good. I know how hard fuel is to come by.
I should probably get off of here though, continue to pack up and plan my route. I think I might go through West Virginia first. It'll be an interesting trip I think.
The kids seem to be really upset about me leaving, but after explaining to them that I would eventually be back they seemed mostly ok with it. To be honest though, I don't know if I'll be back. Don't get me wrong. I plan to come back, I do. But winter is starting up and it maybe a long while before I CAN make it back here.
I realize that weather-wise this is a horrible time to leave, especially toward the northeast. The snows they get there make ours look small and pathetic. But I can't just sit here and wait. I have always been driven forth by my curiosity and my need to "know things".
In preparation I'm taking a good chunk of supplies with me, and Josh has been kind enough to let me know of a few groups that might be up there that I can drop by and visit with. He's also asked me to see if I can make any in roads with them. Help set up the massive trade network he's building. So I'm going to see what I can do. I like to think of myself as likable enough. So it shouldn't be too hard. Hopefully. I'm also being allowed to take one of the trucks and some fuel which is good. I know how hard fuel is to come by.
I should probably get off of here though, continue to pack up and plan my route. I think I might go through West Virginia first. It'll be an interesting trip I think.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Things
I've not written in here in a VERY long time. I suppose partially cause of how busy things have been at New Haven. I think some of it cause I've never been very good at expressing myself in a written format. I always have trouble thinking of how to put my thoughts into words. If that makes ANY sort of sense. I'm not sure it does. So yeah, for a bit Josh was letting me use his blog to post. Namely as a way for us all to keep better in touch when we were scattered from New Haven (what I was calling the compound). But I've not written anything since I've gotten back.
I've been feeling lonely. Heck, I've felt that way since I got here. I just always kept myself busy so I'd not notice. But in the minutes before sleep, I think about things. I wonder if any of my other friends are out there. If they are still alive. I wonder about Jen. Me and her weren't quite dating when this all happened but we still cared for each other. Now, here it is years later and I wonder how she is. I keep debating on going out to look for her, and maybe some others I know were around.
I know it'd be foolish and almost certainly dangerous for me to do. I know that in leaving New Haven would lose a teacher. But honestly, I think I've taught enough to others that they can spread those teachings to others. I already was getting Philip set up to be my replacement, so maybe he'll be able to handle things if I go.
I need to talk to Josh about this. See if he has any sort of advice. The man always seems to have an opinion on something. So maybe he can give me a bit of clarity in this. I should probably talk to Jess too. She's about as close to a friend as I have in this place anymore.
I think about all the people who've died here since I've arrived. Darlene, Little David, Roger, and now Mason. I miss them. Even though I never really got to know them very well, there was small things they did and I miss those small things.
Anyways, I guess I'll stop yammering on here and go make the rounds, talk to some people. See how people feel about this prospect of me leaving.
I've been feeling lonely. Heck, I've felt that way since I got here. I just always kept myself busy so I'd not notice. But in the minutes before sleep, I think about things. I wonder if any of my other friends are out there. If they are still alive. I wonder about Jen. Me and her weren't quite dating when this all happened but we still cared for each other. Now, here it is years later and I wonder how she is. I keep debating on going out to look for her, and maybe some others I know were around.
I know it'd be foolish and almost certainly dangerous for me to do. I know that in leaving New Haven would lose a teacher. But honestly, I think I've taught enough to others that they can spread those teachings to others. I already was getting Philip set up to be my replacement, so maybe he'll be able to handle things if I go.
I need to talk to Josh about this. See if he has any sort of advice. The man always seems to have an opinion on something. So maybe he can give me a bit of clarity in this. I should probably talk to Jess too. She's about as close to a friend as I have in this place anymore.
I think about all the people who've died here since I've arrived. Darlene, Little David, Roger, and now Mason. I miss them. Even though I never really got to know them very well, there was small things they did and I miss those small things.
Anyways, I guess I'll stop yammering on here and go make the rounds, talk to some people. See how people feel about this prospect of me leaving.
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