A year later from the journal of Brian S

Posted: April 20, 2014 by sanderson12366 in FEMA

It’s been over a year since I made my last entry in this journal. Not since I hooked up with Night Angel and his friend on my way back from my scouting trip to Disney. Quite frankly I’ve been too busy staying alive to take the time to write anything.

Night Angel took the intel I had gathered and said he needed to head out west to follow up on what I had found in conjunction with what he had gotten. No one has heard from him since. On the other hand, no one has heard anything from paladin in over a year either.

We don’t know if one thing has anything to do with the other. For a while we would sit around and spin various theories ranging from his taking one too many risks, to him taking the paladin leaders out and going into hiding. Personally, I’d like to think he’s out there somewhere, and we will see him again one day.

As for paladin, whether Night Angel took them out, or the zombies did doesn’t really matter. In either case, they no longer appear to be a problem and we’re too busy with what’s trying to kill us today to spend time on figuring out whatever they were trying accomplish.

The house has grown quite a bit since I first met them. When I joined the group two years ago, there were only 18 of us. We’ve lost people. Some to zombies, some to marauders, and some (like Night Angel) left one day and didn’t come back. But we’ve gained more than we’ve lost, and today we’re at just under 200 strong.

We’ve also made friends with other members of other safe houses which has allowed us to set up trade with one another. This has been invaluable since not only are we not getting any help from the green zones but they are on the list of things trying to kill us.

Not directly the way that paladin was. No, instead the “privileged” survivors appear to have totally lost their minds. With each hair brained scheme resulting in even more zombies than the one before.

The latest twist is that even the CVC seems to be cracking up with parts seceding from itself and even leading up to a civil war of sorts. While (as always) this appears to have lead to more zeds we need to kill since the casualties (as usual) reanimate. We keep hoping that they will just hurry up and finish offing themselves and stop creating more problems for us out here.

Well, I goto go. One of the new guys just came thru screaming something about guys in bunny costumes which just can’t be good.

From the desk of Night Angel

Posted: April 30, 2013 by nightangelfema in FEMA
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Hello folks, its been a while since I’ve posted anything related to the story I’m working on, and for that I apologize.  Life during the Zombie apocalypse is hard.  Today though, I have something I dug up from one of my school projects where we had to read the book “World War Z” and then write a chapter based off of it, as if we were survivors of the Zombie War.  I loosely based the story I wrote off of what I’m doing here on this blog, so I thought it would only be fitting if I shared it here as well.  Let me know what you think.

 

Cedar Falls, Iowa, United States

I meet my contact at the old Starbucks on the main street. Since the end of the war, this particular Starbucks has stayed pretty much the same old coffee shop. My contact wants to remain nameless, saying that the Government is still after him and his compatriots for what they did in Texas. He keeps looking over his shoulder, expecting Big Brother, or what remains of it, to be there to cart him away. Once we get our coffees though, he relaxes a little and instructs me to put his name down as Night Angel.

 

 

Where are you from?

Originally? I was born and raised on the Iowa/Illinois border in a town called Eldridge. After graduating High School, I moved around a lot, I spent a few years in old Des Moines, two in Council Bluffs, before finally settling here in Cedar Falls. At least, before the world ended I lived here. Since the end of the war, I’ve had to move around a lot to avoid detection. I’m actually leaving town tonight, trying to get away from the big cities.

What are you running from?

It’s not so much what as it is who. There are a few people in the new government who want to see me, and a few of my friends, captured and tried for treason. We did some things that weren’t very popular with the politicians and their propaganda.

Such as?

Well, For now, let’s just say that my friends and I took over an abandoned government building and used it as our base of operations to attempt to debase the rumors being spread by the government.

The propaganda?

Yeah, they kept saying things like “We have everything under control…” and “Please Stay Calm, everything will be fine” at first, and then as the war continued, they started saying that the disease was a bio-chemical attack by the Russians, then they changed their story to say that the disease was curable, and that everyone should flock to the big cities to get the cure. We know how well all of that turned out.

What did you do before the apocalypse?

Believe it or not, I was an English Teacher. I spent my weekdays and nights teaching the youth of Cedar Falls, and on the weekends I would go camping in the woods throughout the Midwest and elsewhere. I taught myself the skills needed for hunting, and learned more about tracking and foraging. I became quite skilled with night time tracking and hunting, as well as more proficient with hunting rifles and bows and crossbows. A lot of the parents didn’t like it, but they kept quiet. It was Iowa after all, we grew up hunting, they just didn’t feel comfortable with my openness about it I guess.

Can you tell me about the first zombie you ran into?

It was one of my students. Erick was his name. [After a few moments of silence, Nighthawk takes a drink of his coffee and glances off into the distance. I follow his gaze, he's looking at what used to be a school building, but was now a Red Cross shelter.]

Erick was a Freshman, he was obviously sick, but it was finals week before summer break. Around lunchtime, I heard a commotion in the hallway, and the principal got on the intercom and issued a Lockdown. I went to lock my classroom door, and a few students came in from the hall. I looked down the hall and saw Erick hunched over someone. I went up to see what was wrong, and saw the person he was hunched over was his sister, Kayla. Her guts were spilled out and Erick was holding her entrails in his hands, getting ready to eat them. I gasped and stepped back, which caused him to look at me. He started coming towards me but I was able to get into my room and lock the door before he got to me. A few minutes later, we saw military vehicles pulling up to the school and men in full combat armor came out and entered the school. I didn’t know at the time what happened, they said that Erick was very sick and was being taken to Iowa City for treatment. I later found out that they had killed him on the spot, and took his body to Iowa City for examination, along with the body of Kayla.. It wasn’t long after that that the zombies really started to emerge in Cedar Falls, and I fled with my wife and a few students.

Where did you go?

At first we went to my wife’s hometown of McClelland, Iowa which is about 15 minutes from Council Bluffs. Most of my students had succumbed to illness, suicide or zombie bite by the time we reached my wife’s childhood home. The two students that were left of the original eight were welcomed along with us by her parents who raised cattle and had a small farm of their own. There were 9 of us living in that small house, my in-laws and brother in-law and his wife and kid, me and my wife, and two students.

How did you survive on the farm?

The students went to work helping around the farm, tending the livestock, weeding the garden, harvesting what they could, while my brother in law and I started setting up a perimeter fence. About a week after we arrived, I heard on the radio about how the military was being overrun in the south. I don’t know what prompted me to leave McClelland, but I decided to take a trip down to Kansas City, KS to take a look. My students wanted to come with me, my wife didn’t. She told me that if I left, to never come back. To this day, I still don’t know if she or her family are still alive.

What happened when you got to Kansas City?

I found the FEMA Region 7 headquarters demolished. Almost the whole city was in ruins and overrun with the dead. I met up with a guy who called himself Grisly Addams who said that he and a few of his neighbors who lived in Denton Texas, the home of FEMA Region 6, were holed up in the headquarters there, and that he was on a salvage run. He invited me and my students to join them there. Happy for some company, and potential safety, we went with him.

What happened when you got there?

We found the place under attack by zombies. The four of us were attacking them from the outside while Grisly’s neighbors were attacking from the inside. We managed to fight them off, but my student’s both received bites during the fight, and were sent away. I was welcomed in with open hearts and arms, though I had a difficult time dealing with losing my family and my students. [He pauses, taking another drink and scanning the crowd, almost as if he were looking for someone] After a while though, I forgot about them almost entirely, enjoying the company of my new family. We fortified the headquarters, cleaned it out and set up shop. We would venture out every few days to gather supplies and intelligence, but overall we kept to ourselves. We knew there were other pockets of survivors in Denton, but we ignored them as much as they ignored us. While we were scavenging in the old town hall, we found documents that suggested that the old government knew about the zombies well before they started taking over, but didn’t do anything. That was when we started infiltrating known government outposts, and when we started getting more support from the other local survivors. We found enough information that had the government still been intact, we would’ve been able to get almost every high ranking government official tried for conspiracy and treason. Its kind of ironic if you think about it.

How so?

Well, I have knowledge that could bring the government crashing down stored away in a safe location. Information that would brand a lot of the officials as terrorists and unpatriotic. That’s exactly what the government is saying about me and my friends.

It seems kind of odd that the government would have known about the zombies before they even reached the United States, doesn’t it?

Not if you think about it. Sure, this was a global pandemic, millions of lives at stake, but since when did the old government ever share everything with the populace? That was part of what we wanted to reveal to the public, the fact that the government had been lying to us for years. We became notorious among the political circles that still existed. We would infiltrate their compounds, sneak past all their guards and break into their record offices and take what we needed, never harming anyone unless we had to. I think that’s what pissed them off the most, the fact that we almost never killed anyone, and we still were able to get the information we came for.

So why is it that the new government is after you and your comrades?

Because of what we know, what we saw. They consider us security risks. This new government is very heavily based off the old one, with a lot of the same officials. The fact that we’ve evaded them this long proves they haven’t changed much, they still can’t find the “terrorists” they are looking for. That or that I’ve just become excessively paranoid, either way. [he laughs] Did you know that there is actually a bounty on us? Anyone who brings me, or any of my comrades into the local government will get a nice reward of property left vacant by the previous owners either being dead, undead, or just unaccounted for as well as a nice chunk of political clout. That’s another reason I move around so much, I don’t want anyone to get to know me well enough to learn my secrets, or figure out who I am.

Then why are you telling them to me?

[he smiles impishly] Because someone has to get the truth out there. That the new government is just as bad as the old one. We figure someone like you is more concerned about the truth than money, land or power.

What makes you say that?

We’ve been keeping an eye on your work for a while now, it is of great interest to us. We’ve already given one of your superiors all the information we have on the corruption of the government, both old and new. I wouldn’t be surprised if within the next month government officials start either disappearing or resigning.

[We finish our drinks and say our goodbyes, then Nighthawk looks at me and sighs]

It looks like its time for us to part ways. Just know, we are keeping an eye on you, and if things start to get hairy, we will do our best to help you.

[I watch as he walks away, joined by a red-haired woman and a tall shaggy looking man, all of them disappearing in the crowd of people making the evening rush to Starbucks]

Interview with Jack Diesel

Posted: April 29, 2013 by sanderson12366 in FEMA

Q:Where are you from?
A: North Smithfield, Rhode Island

Q:What did you do before the apocalypse?
A:I was a well known slumlord in the neighboring city of Woonsocket. To keep from looking like a complete piece of shit with city officials and inspectors, I maintained a small print shop with my mother. Family business always looks good!

Q:Can you tell me about the first zombie you ran into?
A:The first zombie I ran into was at one of my “sleezier” apts in a “sleezy” part of the city. I kept getting calls of complaints from other tenants, then neighbors and after having avoided doing anything about it for a couple Weeks, I decided to take a run over to see what was up. They were right, it stunk…headed up to the apt and after several knocks with no answer, I decided to let myself in. There he was. One of my sleezy tenants all dead and zombified. Shoulda known. Real scumbag. Always late with rent if he actually had it. Needless to say, I took a baseball bat to his head. Boy did that feel great!! I couldn’t freakin stand this idiot!!

Q:How did you survive in the early stages?
A:Luckily for myself and some buddies, we had formed a sort of alliance. Just a group of guys willing to get together if ever the shit actually hit the fan. Never really thought it would, but it did. Needless to say, we had already been putting things aside for a rainy day like this. Food, water, supplies and whatever else sounded like a good idea. We headed to our secret location and have been doing just fine. We ventured out when we had to restock on certain supplies or to simply go out pillaging when we were bored.

Q:What kind of background/skills do you bring?
A:I’m kind of a “jack” of all trades. Being a slumlord and prior property manager, I taught myself basic carpentry and electrical work and a little more in the plumbing dept. I also have my fair share of mechanic skills have worked on all my own cars/trucks since I started driving.

Q:How did you hear about FEMA?
A:Me and the boys were out for a Sunday stroll, off to score more heating oil for the trucks when we came upon a woman and her dog. She looked tired and beat up, almost like she’d been through an f’n apocolypse! Wait a minute…..she had……she said her name was Tamara and her dog was Killian. We took her back to camp where she could get a hot shower and some food in her and her straggly looking dog. Poor lil fella.

She told us she’d been traveling for who knows how long. She left her old shelter in search of a better place, where she would fit in better. She told us of this place down in Texas, FEMA. She’d heard this was the place to be. After hanging around for about a week regaining her strength, we loaded up the trucks and headed south to what would be our new home.

Q:What other safe-houses have you been a part of?
A:I’ve not been a part of any other groups, only FEMA and my own small group in the beginning

Q: What do you miss most from the pre zombie apocalypse?
A:There’s not much I miss preapocolypse. Life was getting kinda dull. Same thing day and day out. The apocolypse has really made things quite exciting! One thing I do miss is some sleezy, greasy fast food…wouldn’t mind me some McDoubles or a nice Big Mac with some chicken nuggets, fries and a tasty coke!! Yes sir!!

Editor’s Note: The interviews have been a lot of fun, but I have run out of volunteers who are willing to be interviewed. If you are wanting/willing to be interviewed, please contact me on palringo or whisper me on psc. Name is Brian S on both.

Interview with Paleobabe

Posted: April 22, 2013 by sanderson12366 in FEMA

Q:Where are you from?
A: I’m a Texan Canadian

Q:What did you do before the apocalypse?
A:I was a radiology tech in a hospital

Q:Can you tell me about the first zombie you ran into?
A:My first zombie was this patient who came in for emergency surgery. She wasn’t looking to good and reminded me of that scene from Dawn of the Dead. Boy was I surprised when she turned into a real life zombie. Thankfully her emergency surgery was for shattered legs so we cut her head off with the saw we use for amputations and called it a day.

Q:How did you survive in the early stages?
A:Having War around really helped. Then there was always my trusty hammer.

Q:What kind of background/skills do you bring?
A:I have a little bit of medical knowledge and I can think creatively under pressure. I am not afraid of a little blood and guts.

Q:How did you hear about FEMA?
A:We went north along the highway and heard of the underground bunker in Denton. Thankfully Furie let us in the gates.

Q:What other safe-houses have you been a part of?
A:I am a Fema lifer but my second home is 420 alert. I like to visit for a nice calm oasis. They’re good peeps.

Q: What do you miss most from the pre zombie apocalypse?
A:I really would love some brie. Maybe a little Project Runway too.

Interview with Boogie Man

Posted: April 15, 2013 by sanderson12366 in FEMA

Q:Where are you from?
The Hateway to the West, St. Louis!

Q:What did you do before the apocalypse?
I led a boring life before the world went to hell. Worked a basic labor job for decent pay so I could afford to feed myself. Went to the bars with the guys on weekends. Watched sports. Only real activity away from city life was shooting and hunting. Guess that paid off.

Q:Can you tell me about the first zombie you ran into?
Oh, you mean Donnie? Yeah. That was a shock. Not. Guy looked like a zombie before he was one. So, I was running late for work one morning. Didn’t check my phone, watch the news, or anything like that. Roads were surprisingly clear for morning rush hour, but I took that as a godsend to help me get to work. When I got to the foundry there were hardly any cars outside which was weird because nobody misses payday. I stepped inside and it was quiet. No grinders buzzing, no hammers slamming, none of the typical noise. I went back into the pouring room and saw Donnie hunched over a table like he normally was with his bad back. I called his name and asked where everyone was. He turned around faster than I would expect him to… huge gaping hole in his shoulder and his arm was dangling there like a limp noodle. I’d seen enough movies to know what was up. I went searching for something to take care of it. All that was back there was a 50 pound maul. Good enough. I put my power into it and slammed his head so hard it made a splat that Gallagher would be proud of. Poor Donnie. He was a good feller.

Q:How did you survive in the early stages?
Being raised the way I was, and having the dad I do, I learned at a young age how to survive different situations. The woods are a second home. I had my hunting rifle and a few other guns in the cabinet at home, so I just packed up my survival gear, grabbed my dog, and got away as far as I could. Couldn’t raise anyone on the phone, so I figured my friends were gone. A lot easier to get around unseen by myself anyway.

Q:What kind of background/skills do you bring?
Well I already talked about how I was a hunter, so there is that. I played a lot of sports throughout my life: football, rugby, wrestling, mma. Tried hockey, can’t skate. I always enjoyed being physically dominate. Be bigger, be stronger, run longer.

Q:How did you hear about FEMA?
From my friend Ally. I was roaming the woods after getting into another argument at the White House over something stupid probably. All of a sudden I picked up a signal on my portable long wave of a girl calling for help. I went to the location and cleared out some sleepers, found Ally holed up in a fashion shop. After a short rest, she told me where she was from and where she was going. Just tagged along.

Q:What other safe-houses have you been a part of?
Well, I tried to start up The Madhouse in the beginning. That went nowhere. Then I spent some time in a small Virginia Raceway house. After that I collaborated with a few members of The Satellite and we formed Irish Rover. That lasted a couple months before we merged with The White House. Now here I am.

Q: What do you miss most from the pre zombie apocalypse?
Miss most? Hmmm. That’s tough. If I had to pick a single thing, it would have to be Cardinals baseball. Nothing says luxury like going to a game plastered drunk and cheering on your favorite team.

Interview with thisiscjhess

Posted: April 8, 2013 by sanderson12366 in FEMA

Q:Where are you from?
From: Killeen, the armpit of Texas

Q:What did you do before the apocalypse?
Before the apocalypse I really only played a bunch of video games. Not much has changed

Q:Can you tell me about the first zombie you ran into?
The first walker I ran into was my old calculus teacher from high school. He was really scary too, cause he was holding onto his calculator still. And his eyeball was hanging from the socket. Gross.

Q:How did you survive in the early stages?
I survived at first by building a treehouse. Of horrors. It was horrific, for the walkers.

Q:What kind of background/skills do you bring?
Skills? I have a few. I’ve been practicing on my force sensitivity. With it, I can see a zombie walking towards me from a distance of up to 100 yards away. During the day. I’m no Skywalker, but I’d make the Jedi proud.

Q:How did you hear about FEMA?
I went to school in Denton and remembered seeing the FEMA building. A few months after the outbreak I hopped into my Lil Chiquita and rode on up. It took forever but when I arrived everyone was so great. Until Janet inked me. I knew I belonged then.

Q:What other safe-houses have you been a part of?
FEMA is my first actual SH. I’ve visited a few, but once I joined I knew I was home

Q: What do you miss most from the pre zombie apocalypse?
What do I miss most? Either skittles or Internet porn. Oops. I mean Star Wars. I guess the world will never know what happens after episode 6. Too bad Disney can’t come in and save the day

Interview with Sheriff Grimes

Posted: April 1, 2013 by sanderson12366 in FEMA

Q: Where are you from?

A: Noonan, Georgia

Q: What did you do before the apocalypse?

A: I was the Sheriff of Noonan

Q: Tell me about the first zombie you ran into?

A: I woke up in the Noonan Regional hospital. I had been shot prior to the, outbreak or whatever it’s being called. I was in a coma. I woke up in the hospital to dead silence. No pun intended. It was eerily quiet. I got on my feet, drank as much water as I could find, and looked around. There were bodies everywhere. I wandered to the cafeteria, the doors were loosely chained. The sign read, “Dead Inside. Do Not Enter”. Suddenly, the doors pushed open and grotesque, discolored and mangled arms lurched for me. That’s the first time I encountered the dead.

Q: How did you survive in the early stages?

A: I got back to my house. To look for my wife Lori, and my son Carl. They had evacuated early. My partner, Shane had taken them to Atlanta. I was taken in by a man named Morgan and his son. They explained the outbreak. Told me about the early days. Taught me about the walkers and how they moved and what attracted them. He and his son showed me how to kill them. I took them with me to the Sheriff’s station, to fortify them with guns, ammo, clothes, MRE’s and water. Got a hot shower. That was nice. Then I set out to Atlanta to find my family.

Q: What kind of background/skills do you bring?

A: As a Sheriff I’m trained in small arms. Riot training helps. The herds of walkers move like an Occcupy Rally. I’ve delt with those. Negotiating skills help when dealing with survivors. They are the real problem. I kill the dead, but I fear the living.

Q: How did you hear about FEMA?

A: Early on at my first Safehouse, pinkertonb5 visited us. She was scouting the nearby areas for FEMA. She gave us much needed info and offered FEMA as an ally to Deer Park. We graciously accepted the offer.

Q: What other safe-houses have you been a part of?

A: Like I said. I holed up at an elementary school, Deer Park. I brought some folks along. We hunkered down pretty good. When I left to find Lori and Carl, many of the Deer Parkers headed to FEMA permanently. Laila, Kierst just to name a few.