The Tale of Leroy Miles

[223shooteresc]

thanks for the new chapter, and Hugh needs to die either way

[Nancy1340]

Thanks for the new chapter. Looks like Hugh is going to have visitors.

[streetpig1690]

December 10, 2010

It is colder than a well digger’s ass here inside Buff, even with one of the propane heaters running. The temperature is around ten degrees. It is around two in the morning and I just cannot sleep so I figured I would fill you in on what is going on. Ju is up with me since it is his turn to monitor the cameras. Sam is asleep under a pile of blankets with Rommel. We are not running the engine because we do not wish to attract any zeds or in case the bad guys have a patrol out.

Four days ago, we decided to come back to the little town where we rescued the kids from Hugh and his gang. Cassandra identified the bodies of the men that we killed as members of Hugh’s gang. I wish we would have known that before we sent the zombies in this direction. Of course, there was no way to know that with all the damn zombies surrounding the lodge.

Chris, Dan, and Sara wanted to come along but with all the children, we had to leave adults behind. I decided that with our limited numbers that three of us was all that could be spared. If we had just left behind two or three adults I think, the children’s survival would be put at risk. Chris was plenty pissed but Alex got him calmed down and Jessica put the squash down on Dan’s man dance when he complained. Sam was able to convince Sara to stay behind with the others. Later she told me Sara apparently just wanted to come along to be with Ju, and Ju’s dumb ass is oblivious about her feelings. Maybe the two of us will have a chat a little later, if we live.

We arrived on the outskirts of the town early this morning. Once here we geared, up and headed into town to do a little recon. We went to my original observation position and it was a good thing we were taking our time. Ju located several booby traps. Most were toe poppers that consisted of simple camouflaged iron pipes with a shotgun round and pressure pad. While not lethal, they would definitely fuck your day up.

The office building where Hugh had set up his headquarters was abandoned. However, we did see activity in and around the town. I am not sure who took over Hugh’s gang after I killed him but whoever he or she was they were having the gang operate in a totally different manner. The gang was still using vehicles get around town and kill zombies, but were no longer just blazing away in a drunken kill fest.

One technique I fully intend to implement was quite ingenious. The gang had set up several large corals in parking lots with one entrance. They had attached plywood to the galvanized metal coral frames lengthwise making eight-foot walls that zombies could not climb over. They had placed a platform with a ladder leading to the top of each coral. In the center of the coral was a tall post with a speaker.

They would then post several men at the top of the platform armed with rifles. Then they would loudly play music to attract zombies. Eventually the zeds would make their way into the coral and once it was full, the music would be turned off. A truck would then come around and draw zombies away from the coral and have those outside the coral follow them. Then a second truck would come in and close the gate of coral. Then those on the platform would methodically kill the zeds that were trapped inside the coral using what sounded like .22s.

This told me that either they were running low on ammo for their main battle rifles or they had gotten smart and used .22s to kill the zombies. I really do not think they are running low on MBR ammo just based on what I had seen inside the office building the night I killed Hugh and his main henchmen.

Despite the fact, I killed quite a few of the gang that night Cassandra gave me some bad news. She said that fifteen or so other members had left on a scavenging run. I would estimate that there are now at least thirty to forty of these bastards left alive. Based on the creativeness of the attack on the lodge thirty or forty of these guys was just way too many to be left alive.

Despite our skills, defenses, and weapons we could not sustain an organized attack by that many individuals. Hell, they could send out ten or fifteen guys with scoped rifles set up in the woods and keep us pinned down for days or just kill us one at a time and we would be hard pressed to fight them.

Chris addressed this during our debrief of the attack. He and Dan are now using chainsaws and the backhoe to clear out the brush and trees around the lodge. They intend to make a clear field of fire out to around four hundred yards. This will help but with scoped rifles four hundred yards is not far enough. If we go out any further at the front of the lodge, we will expose ourselves to the road. They are leaving about a fifty yard deep wooded strip between the road and the cleared zone.

Another thing I noted during our observation is that the men seem to be cleaner. Their clothing is clean and it appears that whoever is in charge is making them bathe. The new boss is whipping these guys into shape, which does not bode well for us.

We moved about the outskirts of the town throughout most of the day looking for where they had set up their new headquarters. This was much harder than the last time I did this. There are not only regular patrols but also plenty of zeds to avoid. Despite their new methods and efficiency at clearing out zombies, there are still a lot of the bastards shambling around. Things are all the more difficult since we are having to use melee weapons to kill them so we do not attract unwanted attention.

Around three this afternoon we found what we looking for. Just outside of the small town on a creek, we found what a water treatment plant was. The damn thing is solid concrete with few windows. They dug a moat and connected it to the creek so that the water from the creek flows in and out keeping debris and the undead from filling it up when they fall in.

There is an open field about one hundred yards deep surround in the area so we will not be sneaking up on them. I also noticed several cameras and do not know if they have infrared capabilities. There are also several spot lights mounted around the perimeter of the building. I counted five guards walking around on the roof. Seeing that the new leader is quite crafty I am sure he has hidden guards.

A frontal attack would not be a good idea, not that I was considering one. Even a stealth approach on the compound is out of the question. This is going to have to be a war of attrition and we are going to have to do it quickly and here. We cannot leave until all these sick bastards are dead. If we even leave ten or fifteen of these guys alive, we will lose in the long run if they come for us.

One of the first attacks is going to take place on one of the patrols that heads out of town taking a road that leads to a city of around twenty thousand or so thirty miles away. According to the map two miles out of town there is a county road that connects and circles back to the downtown area of this little town. We have seen them take the main road and show back up in town coming in on that road.

We located the perfect place for an ambush. It is on a hair pin curve that drops down into a low area before going back up. We will disable the vehicle so they have no means of escape. Sam will take the high ground on a small peak over the road armed with her 700. Directly across from Sam’s position Ju will be on a small rise armed with his AK. I will be directly in front of the vehicle and have chosen to use RPK, which Ju has converted to full auto.

Once we scouted the ambush site out we made our way back to Buff. We almost did not make it back before dark. The route we had to take back had fucking zeds everywhere. There were more zombies out than lawyers in hell. I do not know where the hell all these stinks are coming from in such a small town. Ju attributes it to evil plain and simple. We were just plain exhausted by the time we made it back to Buff. I swung my tomahawk so much today I feel like my arm is going to fall off. Well it is time for me to take over the monitors and let Ju get some sleep.

December 11, 2010

We made the move to the ambush site early this morning. We had a change in plans before we got set up. Sam brought up the point that if we disabled the vehicle and the others came looking they would find their dead and know we were in the area. So, the plan now is for Sam to take out the driver with the 700. Then we would kill the rest of the shit bags. Then we would take the bodies and the vehicle and ditch them at another location.

An hour after we had set up the truck came around the bend in the road and began heading down the hill. The truck was almost past the point where Sam could not take a shot and I was about to hose the cab down with full auto fire when I heard the shot. I knew she had hit the driver. Hell, it was obvious when the front windshield was suddenly painted with blood. The truck slowed somewhat and came to a stop just at the bottom of the hill.

Four men jumped out of the bed and a fifth exited the passenger side of the cab. I got a little carried away and sent a ten round burst their way. The man who had exited the cab suddenly did a macabre dance of death as my rounds tore into his flesh and sending him dying to the ground.

Sam was able to drop a second man with a head shot before he could make it to the ditch on the side of the road. One of the men was able to make it to the ditch and safely crawl behind some large rocks before I could get my sights on him. Just to keep him occupied I ripped off another long burst showering his cowering form with shards of rock, and dirt.

The two men who fled towards Ju’s position were met with a barrage of rounds from Ju. Unfortunately, not one damn round hit the two men as they zigzagged towards the woods returning fire as they ran. At the time I was willing to bet that the dumb bastard was using his AK pistol instead of the rifle just to be able to tell me how proficient he was with it. Whatever he was using, he missed both and so did I as I fired a burst at them my rounds kicking up plumes of dirt and asphalt all around them.

Just as I released the trigger on the RPK, I heard an odd blast and a scream, then a second blast and another scream. I could not see the men at all and had to redirect my attention back to the man who had made it behind the rocks. He had located my position while I was firing at the two men who fled towards Ju.

Several rounds zipped overhead as he fired at least twenty rounds at me. His fire however was inaccurate because he was trying to keep his entire body behind the rocks while he sprayed and prayed. I ignored the incoming rounds, laid my sights on his left shoulder, and lightly pressed the trigger sending one round down range. I could see the round tear a chunk of meat out of his shoulder spinning him back behind the boulder.

I could hear the man screaming at me “you mother fucker, I am going to kill you, you cock sucking bastard.” He rolled out from behind the rocks and stood firing his rifle as he made his way out of the ditch. He did not make it far. I cut loose with the RPK, my rounds ripping into his stomach gutting him. He staggered forward dropping his rifle as his hands reached for the intestines spilling out of his abdomen. He lost his footing as his feet and legs got tangled up in the intestines and he fell screaming back into the ditch. It is a shitty way to die but I am sure he was a shitty guy to begin with.

I reloaded the RPK and called to Sam and Ju on the radio. Ju answered first and said we had a prisoner and for Sam and I to make our way to his position but to stop at the side of the road by the truck and wait for him. Sam said she was on her way down to me and would be with me in a minute.

Sam and I linked up and cautiously made our way forward. As we neared the ditch, we saw the man I had gutted laying on his back moaning and trying to pack his intestines back in his body. Sam casually drew her pistol and shot him in the head soaking the ground behind him with blood and brains.
We made our way around the truck to the other side of the road. Just inside the tree line, we saw Ju standing over a man who had his blood soaked hands covering his face. The second man lay dead ten feet away. He had a bullet hole in his forehead and his the right leg and crotch of his jeans were blood soaked and shredded.

I asked Ju what the hell happened. He smiled and said he had brought along the toe poppers he had disarmed on the first day and set them up here in the woods. He asked me to cover the man on the ground, walked to four different spots, and disarmed his other booby traps. Once that was done, he gave us the go ahead to come meet our prisoner.

I knew Ju had taken the toe poppers with him when we found them but it pissed me off he didn’t tell me he was going to set them up. It really pissed me off when he said he purposely missed the men when he shot at them and said he was driving them towards the booby traps. He said he just had to know if his modifications he had made were going to work.

Once Ju saw how pissed I was and I told him one of us could have gotten killed because of his little unannounced addition to the ambush he began to apologize. I cut him off and just told him next time fill everyone in. Sometimes Ju is like a little kid when he gets started on something and just totally focuses on his little project and forgets what is going on in the rest of the world.

Our little spat over with I kneeled down and pulled the man’s hands away from his face. Damn was his face fucked up. He made Freddy Kruger look good. He had hit one of Ju’s booby traps that was set up at about waist level and pointed up at about forty five degrees. Due to the short metal barrel not much longer than the shotgun round itself, there wasn’t enough velocity in the birdshot round to blow this guy’s head off.

The shot went high sparing missing the man’s throat but it did a number on his face. Both eyes were gone. The man’s nose hung on by a few pieces of flesh and his lips had been ripped damn near from his face making him look like he had a evil grin. I squatted down beside him and told him we would give him medical attention if he told us how many people were in his gang. All I got for my trouble was a garbled fuck you.

I pulled out my knife and drove the blade into his leg just above the kneecap. He screamed and tried to rise but Ju shoved him back down and pinned him with his boot. I asked my question again and got the same response. So being the fine conversationalist that I am I cut open his shirt and with my free hand grabbed hold of his nipple and pulled it up, and then sliced it off. I asked him one more time and got the fuck you line again.

Well I didn’t have a lot of time to waist so I drove the knife blade into his eye killing him. I really would have liked to work the piece of shit over but the gunfire was surely going to attract some zombies and we need to clean ambush site up before the patrol was missed. We spent the next fifteen minutes dumping the bodies into the bed of the truck, used gasoline from a gas can in the back of the truck to help wash away the blood in the road and kicked any brass we saw on the road off into the dirt.

Once the ambush site was sanitized, we first drove the truck back to where we had hidden Buff. We were not going to just toss the guns and ammo we found. We got three AK 47s, an AR15A2 and an H&K 91. Chris would be happy about the 91, as it would come in handy for spare parts plus the four extra magazines the guy was carrying. All five of the men were also armed with .357 revolvers, two Smiths and three Ruger GP100s. As far as ammo went, we got four hundred rounds for the AKs with eleven magazines, one hundred and eighty rounds of ammo for the AR and one hundred and twenty rounds of .308 for the H&K.

Once the guns and ammo were stored, we drove the truck another mile away from where we had Buff parked and rolled it off into a ravine. It was close to one thirty by the time we got back and all of us were cold and tired. We decided that we would move our position back another two miles from the town so we would be able to at least run the generator that night. It had gotten way to cold the night before and none of us had slept well. We needed to be at the top of our game and being cold, tired and hungry would cause us to make mistakes.

We found a dirt road just off the highway that led up into the woods and ended in a small clearing. We backed Buff up the road and settled in. The outside temperature was fifteen degrees but inside Buff, it was a toasty eighty. We had cranked up the heat while looking for our new hidey hole. We took showers, changed out of our dirty sweat soaked clothes, and ate an early supper.

We aren’t going to conduct another operation until tomorrow. So we have a little planning to do and hopefully a lot of sleeping. We will have to walk an additional three miles in to our target but being able to get warm and stay warm while not operating is a huge plus. That’s it for right now, I will let you know how tomorrow goes. Hopefully we can kill twice as many dirt bags tomorrow and possibly cut this gang in half.

[kaijafon]

bring on tomorrow!!!! cannot wait to see what happens!!! Thank you!!!!

[Laager]

Another great chapter!

[Hudsonhawk777]

More great stuff, Leroy gettin down and dirty

[godseviltwin]

you know we moarrr zombies are happy with these updates. keep up the good work...

[223shooteresc]

good stuff, a lot more to go on the gang, THANKS

[Nancy1340]

Yeaaaaaa A new chapter fresh outta the oven.

Thank you.

[streetpig1690]

December 12, 2010

Today was a productive day, dangerous but productive. We started out just before sunrise and made our way into town. It was slow going to say the least. There is still a lot of snow and ice on the ground and it is freezing fucking cold. It was hard as hell to crawl out of the rack and leave the warm confines of the RV behind.

We are carrying our rucksacks and they are packed heavy with extra clothing, socks, fire starting material, food and water. I really wish we could have gone in with limited gear but if we were cut off from one another or stuck hiding out, we would need the gear to survive. We were also wearing our new “snow ponchos” for camouflage.

Before we left Sam and Alex took some white bed sheets and using a military poncho as a template, they made what they called snow ponchos. They lined the sheets with a military wool blanket to give some added warmth. They are large enough that even wearing a pack the material hangs down about knee length. Without a pack, it will hang down to the ankles. They added slits for the arms and attached a hood piece that is also lined with wool.
We are all wearing polypro underwear; including the socks hand ski mask, our MultiCams, and our MultiCam gortex top and bottoms underneath the ponchos and it is still freezing. I feel like the fucking Michelin man. We also are wearing gortex-lined boots and I pray they keep our feet dry otherwise; we could have some serious problems.

Sam and I were carrying our melee weapons with our rifles slung and Ju had his silenced 10-22 out. Moving and fighting like this was going to be very cumbersome as we found out just outside of town. The sun was just coming up and I was relieved that we could finally clearly see. Ju was on point and he signaled for Sam and me to advance and take down two zeds just ahead of us. Even though Ju had the silencer on his rifle the cycling of the rifle could be easily heard in the quite early morning hours so he was on over watch and would only shoot if absolutely necessary.

The two zeds were about twenty yards away when we moved in. Sam was moving faster than I was and was about five yards ahead of me. I don’t know what she was thinking moving ahead like that. The two zeds were almost side-by-side and we needed to be moving in tandem. Just as Sam got to the first zed, she raised her hammer and swung.

With all the clothing, the pack and the tactical vest on she was unable to get a really good swing. The hammer struck the zed square in the forehead but failed to penetrate. My heart went into my throat when Sam went down as she stepped on a sheet of ice. Her legs kicked out tripping up the zombie and dropping him on top of her.

The second zed was right behind the first as he too lunged forward and added himself to the pile of flailing arms and legs. Ju couldn’t shoot and I didn’t want to risk a swing with the tomahawk in fear of missing and striking Sam. I surged forward and dove at the two zeds. My body smashed into the two zeds sending them sprawling off Sam.

My legs draping Sam’s body I struggled to my knees and raised the tomahawk. The closest zed was already up and on his knees lunging at me when Sam raised her body pitching me forward as her chest lifted my left foot up. I lucked out and was still able to strike the zombie in the face killing him. The unlucky part of the whole thing was that the tomahawk lodged in the bastard’s forehead and I fell forward on top of him.

I rolled to my right and on my back as my feet dug into the snow and ice trying desperately to get some solid purchase under my feet. I must have looked like a damn turtle on its back kicking. Things went from shitty to shittier when the second zombie had managed to get to its knees and lung at me. I raised my arm to deflect the stinking pile of flesh.

I will honestly admit that I froze up when I felt the zombies teeth clamp down on my forearm. With my forearm in his teeth, he shook his head left and right as he tried to rend the flesh from my arm. I just stared in horror knowing I was a dead man when I saw a blur of steel and then the top of his head crushed in with an outpouring of blood and brain. The zed fell to the ground and pulled my arm with him, his teeth still clamped onto my arm.

Sam was suddenly there on her knees beside me crying and pulling my arm from his mouth as she struggled to move my clothing and see my wound. We were soon both crying Sam lying against me with her arms around my neck. Thank God for looking out for me. The zed’s teeth never punctured the wool lined poncho or all of the garments beneath it.

We were all shook up but we had to get to our destination before we were spotted. So like the apocalyptic warriors that we were we moved on. I was regretting leaving Rommel back at the RV. We had made him a small burrow filled with blankets for him to sleep in and keep warm and left out some food. He would have been very useful in the close up fight with the zombies but I wanted him to stay and guard the RV. Tomorrow he is coming with us. With this snow and ice, he would easily be able to trip up the zeds and put them on their ass.

Two hours later, we stealthily made our way into the small store that was our destination. Then we set up our hide. The large front window of the store was partially broken out and a steady freezing cold breeze blew into the store. Glass and debris littered the floor so we were going to have to keep movement to a minimum so as not to make any noise.

Now I guess you may be wandering why the hell we would set up in a store with a broken front glass where we could possibly be seen from the outside and how the hell do you set up a hide indoors. I will get to the why a store with a broken front glass window later. First, for those of you who don’t know how, I will tell you how to build an indoor hide and be relatively unseen.

Each of us carried pieces of three quarter inch PVC, couplings and elbows strapped to our packs. This was the gray electrical PVC not the white water line type. Taking our pieces, we formed a square frame. From out of our packs, we took a lightweight black material and draped it over the frame.
The front piece facing out towards the window has a slit cut into it, which one can look through and shoot through. From about ten yards and out a person looking directly into the store window will see nothing unless of course the sunlight is bearing straight into the room lighting it up. But the store we chose faces north and there will be no direct light and the back part of the shop is in shadows.

Also, the hide is set up behind a long counter. The occupant of the hide will be sitting on a campstool we brought with us and the rifle will rest on a black squeeze bag that is sitting on the counter top. It should be an excellent position to fire from.

Now to keep warm inside the hide we have brought two small bottles of propane apiece and each have a small heater that attaches to it. These bottles can be run continuously for about eighteen hours with the heater on low. A lot of the heat will be trapped inside the hide and will make for a warm comfortable place to lay in wait for our victims.

We have set up a room to rest in also. Just off to the side of the counter is a door that is open which leads to a large storeroom. Inside the storeroom just to the right is another door, which leads to an office. Inside the office, we have laid out two sleeping mats to lie on, set up a heater and small emergency one hundred hour candle for some lighting. With the door shut this room heated up rather quickly.

Ju was going to take first watch in the hide. Sam and I were both mentally exhausted from our near death struggle with the two zeds. Not to mention we had worked up quite a sweat. So while Ju stood watch Sam and I stripped out of our clothing. We then wiped ourselves down with baby wipes and put on fresh dry clothing and laid down for a nap.

The room had heated up nicely since we had started the heater just before we set up the hide and we hung our clothes out to dry. I should mention that the ponchos not only provide warmth and the white sheets camouflage in the snow but inside the building, we flipped them inside out. The wool material is a dark gray and provides excellent camouflage inside due to its subdued dark color.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention the plan sorry about that. Approximately fifty yards from us is one of the corals the thugs use to herd the zombies into. What we plan on doing is that once the zeds are in the coral we will wait for the first vehicle that draws the excess zombies outside the coral away to leave. Then when the second vehicle pulls up and the man in the back jumps out to shut the gate, whoever is on the rifle will kneecap his ass and drop him to the pavement.

Once he is down, we are hoping it will appear to the others that he has just fallen. With a little luck, and from what we have observed some of the zeds in the coral will have turned towards the noise of the truck and be attempting to leave the coral. With the gate, closer down they should make it out and swarm his ass.

Our sniper will then engage the driver and attempt for a head shot to put him out of the game. The third round will go to the cover man who is in the back of the truck and usually is shooting zeds that have just made it out of the coral or were not fast enough to follow the truck. The passenger in the truck will sometimes exit the truck and add his fire to the mix.

Once the cover men open fire this will give the two shooters who do not have the silenced rifle an opportunity to take a shot apiece at the men on the platform. If all goes well it will appear to have been a huge goat fuck and we can slip away unnoticed. The down side is that we are going to have to stay in place until the sun goes down and move at night. I have said it before and will say it again. I hate moving at night with fucking zombies everywhere. They are so fucking quiet.

It was around two in the afternoon and I was on watch when all the activity started. The zed traffic had been fairly heavy on the street out front. A group of anywhere between three and ten zombies would shamble by every ten our fifteen minutes. I don’t know where the hell these things were coming from, and despite the thugs proactive cleansing, they really needed to build some fucking walls or barriers.

I called to Ju and Sam on the radio and told them to make their way from the office to the hide that the games were about to begin. Two men had made their way up onto the platform and had started the loud music as Sam and Ju crawled into the hide with me. It was a bit cramped with the three of us in there but they would move out of the hide and set up with their rifles after the decoy truck left the area.

Thirty minutes later the coral was full and the decoy truck arrived. The driver started blowing his horn and the three passengers fired random shots into the milling crowd outside of the gates. We all just about shit our pants when a round shattered the remainder of the front glass window. For a split second, I had thought we had been spotted. In reality though one of the guys in the truck had shot a zed near the store eviscerating the contents of his skull and the high powered round plowed right through his brain and into the store.

Another five minutes crept by until the decoy truck had made its way out of the area. Then the gate closers showed up. One of the men leapt from the bed of the truck and fired his shotgun point blank into the face of a zed three feet from him. The man still in the bed of the truck opened up with some fairly accurate cover fire clearing a path for his partner. The passenger in the cab exited and also began to give cover fire.

Sam and Ju had already exited the hide and set up with their rifles when I pulled the trigger. Just as my target put his hands on the gate, his kneecap was obliterated by the .22 caliber hollow point round. He collapsed to the ground and began to whither and scream in pain as the first zombies started to crowd around him and drop to their knees for a feast. The man in the bed of the truck started to spray the crowd in an attempt to save his friend. Blood and gore flew and heads exploded as he emptied his rifle at them.

My second shot was very well placed. The driver of the truck had just opened his door, a pistol in his hands when I shot him in the throat. I didn’t go for the head shot because at fifty yards the .22 caliber round may not have pierced his skull. The man dropped to his knees, the pistol falling from his hand as he used both hands to staunch the blood flow from the gaping wound.

The zombies were in a blood-crazed frenzy now as they poured out of the coral ignoring the loud music. I don’t know if zombies can smell but it seems when there is blood in the air they go nuts. The men on the platform started trying to block the coral entrance by shooting down the zeds closest to the gate. That’s when I heard Ju begin to countdown out loud. Just as he said “one” he and Sam simultaneously fired their rifles. Both of them aimed low at the two men on the platform.

Like synchronized divers, the two men both doubled over as a bullet shattered their pelvic bones. The man on the left was a big fat tattooed fucker and his body rammed through the flimsily constructed two by four railing as he fell head first into the coral below. The second man had used one hand to clutch his gut and with the other, he had grabbed hold of the railing. With nothing to now support his weight, he was right behind his fat friend. I could hear their screams over the music and gunfire. Sure did suck to be them.

As our two platform divers fell to their death I switched my sights to the man who had been in the passenger seat of the cab. The man in the bed was screaming over his shoulder for him to get the fuck in and drive. As the man crawled across the front seat from the passenger side, his face lined up perfectly with the scopes crosshairs and I gently squeezed the trigger.

The .22 rifle has little recoil. With a suppressor on the end of the barrel, it has none at all and I was able to watch clearly through the scope as my round pierced the man’s left eye. He just dropped without a whimper or words his right eye rolling up into his head. The zombies dragged the fresh corpse from the truck and began to gorge.

At the same moment, the man in the bed of the truck was being knocked off balance as the zombies rocked the truck as they pounded into the truck in attempt to rend the flesh from his body. The man was in full panic mode at that moment. He slapped a fresh magazine into the M4 he was using and from the hip, he fired full auto into the sea of undead around him.

Just as the magazine went dry both Ju, and Sam opened up with sustained fire. The rounds tore into the man’s chest hammering his body backwards towards the edge of the truck bed. As his body reached the edge of the truck, several rotting hands reached out and snatched him from the truck. It was like the fucker just disappeared. One second he is falling backwards the next he was just gone, screaming at the top of his lungs as zombies ripped him apart.
We watched the dead feast upon their late afternoon snack for several minutes. Then the sound of several trucks roaring towards our position and full automatic gunfire reached our ears. A large dump struck suddenly appeared crashing into the hoard of zombies in front of the gate. The big truck smashed into the small pickup truck sending it spinning away crushing zombies as it went.

The truck had stopped just in front of the coral gate and men suddenly stood up in the back of the bed. They fired what appeared to be S.A.W.s into the crowd of zombies inside the coral. One man even threw a fucking hand grenade. All I could think was oh shit these boys have some fangs.

As the grenade exploded, showering the wooden walls of the coral with blood and sending body parts raining in every direction two pickups entered the area. These two trucks were setup as technical’s. If you don’t know what a technical is, it is basically a truck with a machinegun mounted to a fixed monopod. A person man’s the machinegun while standing in the back. Personally, I have always found this to be a stupid ass idea. When I was in the Marines, I saw quite a few of these vehicles in third world countries with men in the back bouncing all over the place as they tried to fire the machinegun and the truck drove around at high speed.

The three of us had to sprawl out on the floor and take what cover we could as rounds were fired indiscriminately in every direction. We were showered with sheetrock, wood, and glass as the rounds that the men fired plowed through the rotting flesh of the zombies. Several grenades went off shaking the ground beneath us. I don’t know how long this went on. It felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was probably three or four minutes at the most.
When it was over, I raised up and peered over the counter. Men were walking among the undead who were scattered around on the ground chewed up and torn apart like rag dolls. Occasionally one would fire a round into the head of a crippled zed.

I took notice immediately of the man who most certainly was the leader. I didn’t just think he was the leader because he was screaming at every man he saw wanting to know what the fuck had just happened here. It was the way he carried himself. He was not a large man. He was of average height, and weight with a shock of short-cropped white hair. He wore a tactical vest covered in magazine and gear pouches. His OD green BDU pants were bloused over his gore spattered black paratrooper boots. Despite the freezing cold, the guy only had a sleeveless shirt on under the vest. His muscular arms were sleeved in tattoos with a myriad of skulls, demons, and serpents. This guy radiated power, and evil.

Men lowered their heads when he addressed them never meeting his gaze. After several more minutes of screaming, he told the men to get the dead cleaned up and get back to headquarters. The men scurried to obey. A short time later, a small dozer appeared and began to push the bodies into a large pile. It entered the coral and then backed out scraping the blade across the concrete dragging the bodies out as it moved out. Two dump trucks showed up and the men began the process of slinging the dead into the back of the trucks. When they were done, they were covered in gore and exhaustedly mounted up in their trucks and left the area.

We stayed in our positions for another hour until the sun set. Once we were sure, the area was clear we disassembled the hide and swept up our brass bagging it. In the back office, we opened and heated up two MREs apiece. MREs suck balls but they have a shit load of calories and we were going to need as many calories as we could get when we moved out in the freezing cold night air.

After we finished our meals, we packed the trash into our rucksacks. We then packed everything up except the heater, which we left on to keep us toasty. Bellies full and bodies wrapped in our wool ponchos we slept. I know some of you are thinking that we are taking way to many naps for doing nothing but sitting on our asses. But if you have never sat in one position and just observed without moving, I am here to tell you it is a mind numbing mentally draining task. Then you through in an adrenaline-filled firefight and you have the makings of an exhausting day.

We waited until eight pm to leave. By this time, the guards that have been put out on watch will have been on watch for a couple of hours, cold, tired and ready to get warm and slip into a sleeping bag. The others at the compound would probably be bedded down for the night.

I can probably guess that some of you are thinking eight o’clock isn’t that late. I am not sure what kind of world you are living in future reader but if it has returned to something like my not so distant past with electricity, TVs, computers, and movies to keep you up at night, eight o’clock is late. We have returned to the living habits of our pre-industrial ancestors. Rising with the sun and bedding down at sunset. Our days are filled with not only manual labor, but trying to survive day to day.

Our journey back to Buff was pretty much uneventful except for the four zeds Sam and I dropped. This time she didn’t rush forward half cocked. We stayed side by side with about five feet in between us. We dropped our rucks and ponchos before we engaged the undead. We didn’t rush and each step was deliberately taken. None of us wanted a repeat of this morning.
When we were within about thirty yards of Buff, we spread out and took up positions to observe the area before making our approach. Even though we knew where to look Buff was almost invisible, covered in camo netting and tree branches. Rommel damn near gave me a fucking heart attack. I was lying prone with the binos up to face when I felt his cold ass nose on the back of my neck.
At the time I didn’t know it was a nose, I thought it was a gun barrel. As I slowly turned my face to look over my shoulder at what I knew was going to be my killer, my vision was suddenly obscured by a slobber soaked pink tongue. That is one sneaky fucking dog; I never even saw or heard him approach me from behind.
We moved forward to our undisturbed RV, and started up the generator to get the interior warmed up. We speeded up the process by turning on the small heaters each of us had carried with us. An hour later Sam and I were soaking under the spray of a hot shower. We of course had sacrificed the luxury of solitude under the hot water so that Ju would have some hot water left for his shower. Oh, the sacrifices we make for our friends.
The official scoreboard is good guys 10 bad guys 0. They are also down two trucks. In two attacks, the bad guys are down at least twenty percent of their manpower and they still have not gotten a clue that we are around.

We have decided that in the morning we are going to head back to the lodge. We are not short on food, fuel, ammo or weapons. The water tank is still about half full and needs to be replenished. That isn’t the reason we are heading back though. We are going to rest up for a couple of days and let the heat die down a bit. Even though they don’t know, we have been attacking them, the disappearance of their patrol and what they consider big mistakes resulting in the death of their men will have them on edge. Once back at the lodge we will brainstorm with the rest of the group and come up with a plan to end this shit once and for all.

We may even have to bring a couple of more bodies back with us. I know I said we needed to leave more adults behind but we are still looking at fighting twenty or thirty shit bags. A couple of more guns may prove to be what saves us. Okay I have to get back to the bedroom and kick Rommel’s ass out of the bed. For some reason over the past couple of days, he has decided that Sam makes one hell of a sleeping mate. While he is correct, she is my bed buddy and dogs are supposed to sleep in the floor. I should probably lay the law down to Sam for encouraging that shit. She thinks it is great to have that flea bitten mutt all curled up beside her.
Well, off to bed. Good night.

[breacher]

damn good reading!

[223shooteresc]

good stuff, need to be rid of that group soonest, thanks for the new chapter

[Quartermaster]

One of the common threads in post-apocalyptic fiction is that the bad guys never seem to be able to plan for the future very well. When I was a teenage nerd playing D&D, we would see this in characters who were chaotic evil (i.e. schizoprenic psycho) who would just do crazy shit to accomplish an immediate goal with no thought for tomorrow. Of course, I have no idea what guide of mystical guidance the bad guys in Leroy's world are getting from their "white room." Considering the large number of individuals I know here in the South who run to some extreme kinds of idealism, I am surprised you almost never read about some post-apocalyptic survivor group based around the Aryan Brotherhoods or some Neo-Fascists who have discipline or a charismatic leader and are planning on outlasting the dead heads to rebuild society in their idea of Utopia. The ones that Leroy and company are facing seem to have some decent tactical sense but no overall strategy.

[streetpig1690]

One of the common threads in post-apocalyptic fiction is that the bad guys never seem to be able to plan for the future very well. When I was a teenage nerd playing D&D, we would see this in characters who were chaotic evil (i.e. schizoprenic psycho) who would just do crazy shit to accomplish an immediate goal with no thought for tomorrow. Of course, I have no idea what guide of mystical guidance the bad guys in Leroy's world are getting from their "white room." Considering the large number of individuals I know here in the South who run to some extreme kinds of idealism, I am surprised you almost never read about some post-apocalyptic survivor group based around the Aryan Brotherhoods or some Neo-Fascists who have discipline or a charismatic leader and are planning on outlasting the dead heads to rebuild society in their idea of Utopia. The ones that Leroy and company are facing seem to have some decent tactical sense but no overall strategy.

Shit Quartermaster if my bad guys had half a brain they would be kicking Leroy's ass up and down the street in that sleepy little town Now back to your post comment and idea. I actually love the idea of a bad guy story. I think the reason no one writes stories in a SHTF world is that most people are good and really hate fucking bad guys. Good guys never want bad guys to win and want to read about their ideal heros destroying evil. Now that you have put that little bug in my brain, I believe my next attempt at a story will be about bad guys. Thanks and if you have any ideas of the type of evil dudes you want to read about pop me a PM and give me a few ideas.

[Nancy1340]

Thanks SP. Darn good readin'.

[MaconCJ7]

Shit Quartermaster if my bad guys had half a brain they would be kicking Leroy's ass up and down the street in that sleepy little town

It's been my experience that most bad guys don't have the brains God gave a crowbar. Hence why they always get caught. The common defenses used by anybody are easy enough to overcome with very little thought. It's either a lack of effort or a lack of cognitive thinking ability on part of the bad guys that helps the good guys win time and time again. Sometimes it's just dumb luck. Why do you think small recon teams are so effective? The bad guys are retarded. That, and the demonizing of the bad guys is a great way to keep morale up on the good guys side. Happy people are dangerous people.

[streetpig1690]

December 19, 2010

Sorry about the lapse in the writing future readers but I am worn the fuck out. I am not sure how much detail I am going to put into this entry or how long it will be but I suppose you would like to know what the hell went on the past few days. I could just make this really short and tell you we fucking killed those animals and we all made it out alive, barely. Also just to let you know I am hating myself right now for not acting soon enough.

So let’s back up to the day we got back. We got back to the lodge on the 13th. There were hugs kisses and kids everywhere. I was surprised to see Ben, Luke, Bobby, and Ryan armed with .22 rifles walking guard duty with Jessica. Jess was armed with a scoped .270, which struck me almost as odd as the kids being on the wall.

After things settled down and we got the weapons and ammo we looted from the bodies of the guys in the ambush cleaned and stored, we sat down for a late breakfast with the other adults. Dan said as soon as we left an influx of undead started making their way back into the area. Not hoards or anything just two or three an hour would just seem to pop out of the woods. Chris said he had wanted to take Alex and do a recon of the area to see where they were coming from but didn’t feel the idea was prudent with so few adults on hand.

Since a recon and cleansing run was out of the question, they all sat down after breakfast and made a decision. They decided, as morbid as it sounded, if the three of us didn’t make it back alive that there was no way the five adults could man the walls pulling guard detail day and night and still take care of the kids, scavenge for supplies, fish, hunt, garden and repair things. They all said that I really struck a chord with them when I had the kids kill zombies, and that it was a new shitty world the kids would live in.

Chris and Dan stepped up the firearms training of every child. Alex came up with some first aid learning games to help the kids learn some of the more advanced first aid techniques. Jessica and Sara made bug out bags that weigh in around twelve pounds for all of the children. They also made each child start exercising and jogging around the walls with them for exercise and to get used to having a pack on.

Each bag contains the following: first aid kit, eight MRE main meals, canteen, water purification tabs (class given to kids on how to use), lighter and matches, a Sterno stove, three fifty round boxes of .22, knife, small hatchet, one hundred feet of 550 cord, poncho, extra socks, pants, shirt, leather gloves, two one hundred hour survival candles, multitool, rifle cleaning kit, LED head lamp with extra batteries. They also attached a wool blanket wrapped in a six foot by six-foot tarp to the bottom of the packs. Also attached to the outside of the packs are canvas scabbards the ladies made that a child’s size aluminum baseball bat has been placed in it. Now that isn’t the most complete bug out bag I have ever seen but the girls did a damn good job. If the kids had to make a run for it on foot, they would stand a fighting chance. I made the comment that the bats may not be necessary since it was unlikely the kids could bust a skull open with it. Sara gave me a disgusted look and told me it was all about the kneecaps. Bust a pursuing zed in the knee to slow it down and run.

The next thing was that the kids nine and up, Cassandra, Bobby, Fei, Ryan, Luke, Ben, and Ashley would help stand guard on the wall during the daylight hours. I don’t know if I have mentioned this or not but every child now has his or her own .22 rifle. In addition, the older kids also have a .22 pistol. While on guard duty, each had one of the radios. They also decision to tell that once a zombie was within fifty yards they were to shoot it in the head. Stake markers have been placed outside the wall at that distance.

Then one of the hardest decisions made was that several times a day the younger kids would mount the wall and shoot the undead. They rarely made kills but the object was to desensitize them about shoot the undead. Modern man has really coddled children and felt they were very sensitive and needed to be sheltered. Kids do need that somewhat. However, kids are resilient, and tougher than most adults give them credit for. Hell, a little over a hundred years ago parents used to take their children to watch hangings in the public square and made a family outing of it with picnics and shit.

Oh, I forgot to add something about the .22 rifles the kids have. Chris and Dan have taken them into the tacticool world for kids. Each rifle has had a small 1-4 power scope mounted. Most are the kind you would have found for $15-20 at Wal-Mart back before the undead took over. They also mounted some extra light rails we had in the armory to the base of each rifle stock and mounted the Surefire 6P flashlights we had scavenged to the bottom.

The girls could care less, but our boys think they are now the badass boys of the undead wastelands. Boys being boys they insist on always wearing camo and carry their packs while on guard duty. Even the little guys slap on their packs when mounting the wall to take their mandatory shots at the undead. If these boys make it to manhood they will probably be some of the toughest, and most well trained eighteen year olds to walk the planet, hell even the girls will be.
So that is the basic run down on what was going on at the lodge while we were gone and continues to go on. The only difference is that now only two of the kids are on the wall at any one time and they patrol it in as a pair each doing a two hour shit till four pm. One adult is always on the wall and the amount of time varies due to individual skill sets need throughout the day. Only one adult stays on the wall at night. That sucks but hell we need to sleep and we don’t have the bodies to do it right.

That night when I went to sleep I had another dream. Dad was there again but he was with a Chinese man who turned out to be Ju’s father. He said that the two of them had been trying to get through to Ju and me for the past two weeks and had been thwarted by evil time and again. It turns out that the bastards back in the little town have a more children that they have captured since we rescued the other kids. Ju’s father said we didn’t have a lot of time to do it. They were not sure, but believed the men may kill the children after they are done toying with them.

As they told me this, they acted as if something was coming for them. They kept looking over their shoulders and scanning the area of the room. They suddenly said they had to go and they disappeared and I woke up.

Over breakfast, I discussed the dream with everyone. Ju seemed disappointed that his father had been unable to reach him. I guess I can understand being disappointed at not getting a chance to talk to your father after he has passed away. It was decided that even though our fathers had said we had to act fast that we had to plan and do this rescue right, the bad guys were getting their shit together and it would be dangerous.

Before any kind of proper assault can be mounted, you need good intelligence. We already had a descent amount of intel about the layout of the town and the type of patrols they had. However, we didn’t have good enough intel on where the possible hidden guard post, if there were any, were. In addition, we were not sure where they were getting their fuel and if there were any supply caches hidden throughout the area. We knew the kids were kept in the new headquarters building but didn’t know if they were ever taken out of the compound area.

So, we came to the decision that Ju and I would go back in for two days. Sam has a pretty good memory and started making a map of the area we had been in. More details would be added upon our return. Chris and Sara would be making the trip with us on this attack. Chris and Dan would service Buff and ensure that the rig was in sound working order.

I am not going to write down everything Ju and I did the next two days but will give you the general details. Ju came up with the idea to take along one of his little camcorders. This way he could video the compound, the town from an elevated position, and avenues of approach. What makes this a great idea is that it will give Chris and Sara a look at where they will be operating. For those of you who don’t know it having a good picture or video of an area you will be conducting combat ops that you have never been to is a tremendous help to ones overall concept of what actions one may take during that op.

We didn’t have to spend a lot of time killing zeds while we were there. The population had definitely dwindled. One of the reasons is that the bad guys have started moving cars and trucks and placing them across roads to block access. Another thing they have started is fencing. I am not sure where they got the fence but they have started placing it around their compound and the immediate downtown area.

They are not bothering to put in fence post. What they are doing is just running it from tree to tree and attaching the fencing to the trees. They are also running across the open areas between houses, and businesses. Most of the fencing is just plain old four-foot chain link. I don’t think it will hold up to a hoard but what it is doing is causing the zombies to continue on and making them search for an opening. They are also dropping trees and placing piling the logs up in front of the fence. Maybe they liked what we did with our walls and intend to do the same.

Important things to note are that we have found some things that will assist us in our assault. We found four positions in the wooded area that are basically camouflaged wood and earthen bunkers that have a guard in each one. I just knew that the new boss was a sneaky bastard. These positions will have to be taken out before we hit the HQ.

We also found a gas station where they are getting some of their fuel. We also found out that they are getting fuel from what appears to be above ground twenty thousand gallon fuel tanks that are located behind a large warehouse of some sort. I am not sure what type of business this is or if it is a county or state supply area.

They also appear to be using propane to heat with. Just down from the large warehouse is a propane supply company. We observed some men fueling up a propane delivery truck. Once the tank was filled, they headed back in the direction of the headquarters. Beside the four ten, thousand gallon propane tanks there are hundreds of twenty and thirty-gallon propane tanks locked up in metal cages.

We snuck down to the propane company that night and checked some of the smaller tanks out. Great news! The tanks are all full. If you have half the sense God gave a pinto bean you just know Ju and I dropped a load of man milk at the prospect of using some of these tanks to make things go boom. I managed to pick the lock on one of the cages and we took two of the tanks and hauled it back to the Jeep. We are going to use them to see just how large an explosion we can make and make sure Ju’s detonator idea is going to work.

After two days of snooping around, we had not seen the children one time. We did get a good head count of our enemies. We know we have at least twenty-eight bad guys. That doesn’t mean there are not more inside the headquarters building or that we may have just plain not seen.
Also we got a good look at the weapons in use and available to our adversaries. Things don’t look good for the home team if we have to go toe to toe in an all out fight. We all ready knew they had SAWs and hand grenades from our last trip. We saw two Ford F550s with flatbeds. On the flatbeds, they have mounted a M2 .50 caliber machinegun.

Also, we observed that there are always at least two men on the roof who not only have scoped rifles, but AT4 rocket launchers. We saw a lot of M4s and a few had M203 grenade launchers attached. We didn’t see any military vehicles, which was a blessing. I don’t think any of these guys are military based on how long their hair is and their beards. I know it has been awhile since June but a military guy’s hair wouldn’t be hitting shoulder length in that amount of time. I do think that these guys either hit an armory, or killed some soldiers to get what they have.

Information gathered we snuck back to my Jeep and headed for the lodge. Yes, I made Ju come with me in the Jeep. He bitched the entire time about how cold the ride was. But if the bastard didn’t want to drive my baby, he shouldn’t have fixed her up. Besides, the Jeep made the most sense. She is lightweight, a hell of a lot quieter than one of the trucks and can go where they can’t. Plus I will have to admit that with the zombie cage Ju installed it is just too damned cool looking not to take. My squinty-eyed buddy has made me the coolest zombie apocalypse ride around.

Tell you what. I am getting sleepy and am going to call it quits for tonight. I will fill you in on the rest tomorrow night. Good Night future readers.

[223shooteresc]

thanks for the new chapter, good one on the camcorder

[breacher]

The nice thing about at4s is they are single shot and not reloadable the bad thing...... They make things go boom.

[Laager]

Sounds like someone got real lucky and found some military weapons..........which is nice, but without the proper training the users may be in for a the shock of their lives. Especially if they have the old At4s (not the AT4-CS), bad things tend to happen to the target and people around the user, also sometimes to the user as well when using an AT4 (non CS).

I always liked the Carl Gustav, because you could reload it.

Great chapter, looking forward to moar.

[MaconCJ7]

Sounds like someone got real lucky and found some military weapons..........which is nice, but without the proper training the users may be in for a the shock of their lives. Especially if they have the old At4s (not the AT4-CS), bad things tend to happen to the target and people around the user, also sometimes to the user as well when using an AT4 (non CS).

I always liked the Carl Gustav, because you could reload it.

Great chapter, looking forward to moar.

If you're an idiot and decide to use the old AT4 inside of a structure, yeah, bad things can happen. But, if you're on a roof, like the guys in the story, you'll be okay. His partner might walk into the cone behind him and have a bad day, but one again, he'd be an idiot. I say idiot instead of ignorant, because if you think it's cool to play with a battlefield pick up without proper training, then you're a dumb-ass that deserves whatever happens.

[jrswanson1]

Sounds like someone got real lucky and found some military weapons..........which is nice, but without the proper training the users may be in for a the shock of their lives. Especially if they have the old At4s (not the AT4-CS), bad things tend to happen to the target and people around the user, also sometimes to the user as well when using an AT4 (non CS).

I always liked the Carl Gustav, because you could reload it.

Great chapter, looking forward to moar.

If you're an idiot and decide to use the old AT4 inside of a structure, yeah, bad things can happen. But, if you're on a roof, like the guys in the story, you'll be okay. His partner might walk into the cone behind him and have a bad day, but one again, he'd be an idiot. I say idiot instead of ignorant, because if you think it's cool to play with a battlefield pick up without proper training, then you're a dumb-ass that deserves whatever happens.

Reminds me of a scene from the third Dirty Harry movie. If you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about.

Jim

[Laager]

The AT4 is basically a modern recoilless rifle.It took the place of the Viper (which was supposed to be the replacement for the LAW). One of the problems with the recoilless rifle (at least in the ATMs) is that it creates a very large back blast area immediately behind the weapon.

This means that when fired the AT4 (non CS) could cause severe burns/overpressure injuries to friendly personnel around the user and sometimes to the users themselves, especially in confined spaces. It was a crap shoot using them, we had one set one of our Sergeants (the guy firing the AT4) during a training session and we were outside at the range. Thankfully it did not happen very often, but you definitely did not want to be standing immediately behind any ATM when it was fired or the M18A1 Claymore as well.

The back blast could also be used by the enemy to reveal the user's position to the enemy. Just like the Russian Sagger (we used to call them Suitcase Saggers, because they were carried in a little metal "suitcase".

I've heard that the next generation AT4s or the AT4-CS was specially designed for urban warfare. According to what I was told the AT4-CS used to use a saltwater countermass in the rear of the launcher to absorb the back blast; the resulting spray captures and slows down the overpressure wave, allowing users to fire from enclosed areas.

Now that was back in the early 80's (1983 or 1984), I don't really remember the exact years there was a few new weapons systems/changes coming down the pike in the early to middle 1980's. AT4 replaced the Viper which was replacing the M72 LAW, the M9 replaced the 1911, the M16A2 replaced the M16A1I. If I remember correctly we were using the standard AT4 by the time I got out in early 1988.


jrswanson1 - I know exactly what movie you are talking about.....I always liked that scene.

[Quartermaster]

In reference to the Bad Guy story idea, when I first came to Middle Tennessee in 1985 I discovered that there is a cemetary for WWII German POWs near Redstone Arsenal in northern Alabama. Every year, there would be a ceremony conducted there attended by various military personnel, the German Liason officer from Redstone, surviving POWs who now live in the USA, and interested parties like myself. Also, I recently discovered that there are still a number of surviving WWII German soldiers who were both NSDAP members and recepients of the Knights Cross; the highest award for bravery in Hitler's Germany. Some of these soldiers were very young when they became soldiers. There was even a Waffen-SS Division Hitlerjugend made up of very young men who had been in the Hitler Youth. Some of these kids were only 14 or 15 years old when they joined. These youngsters were the golden generation of Nazi Germany and I sincerely doubt that all of them became de-Nazified after the war.

I thought about what would happen in the ZA if one or more of these old men were living in the USA when TSHTF. Perhaps they were members of a local CMP/NRA chapter, hard right conservatives, or members of a veterans organization. If these guys are still ardent Nazis, maybe they influenced a junior CMP chapter or other neo-Nazi groups and have been planning for their own overthrow of the American system if it ever became a viable option. Some individuals would say that the circumstances for a hard-core, far right movement coup d'etat is currently in existance. With Homeland Security, the crackdown on the OWS, and the overwhelming lack of intelligent thought among so many of our leaders on both sides of the aisle, our theoretical Nazis would be in a very good position to get the Herrenvolk going in a Zombie Apocalypse. However, I doubt these founders of a new Reich would be quite so dismissive of inferior races and would likely be down on intellectuals, homosexuals, socialists, liberal democrats, the lazy, the intellectual or physically impaired, and the lazy horde of couch potatoes here in America.