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.

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.

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.