Well, if anyone wants another helping, here it is
Well, My whole body hurts but I survived..... More on that later, I want to try and record events in the correct order.
Where was I?....Oh yes
I got to the bottom of the stairs and looking out the open roller-shutter door watched my workmates acting like chickens with their heads cut off. Then as I went round the factory shutting the machines down and turning off the radios, Annie (who works in the office) came out onto the factory floor and called out to me “What just happened ?.....Everyone just ran out of here like there's a bomb or something”
I told her that she should listen to the radio as it was just beginning the repeat the transmission again.
“What should I do?” she asked me after a minute
I said “Go home, get your lads home and stay home, that's basically what they're telling us......You got much food in the house ?”
“No, I do my big shop tomorrow.....Why?”
“Do yourself a favour, hit Tescos on the way. Buy a load of cans, dry pasta, rice...Stuff that doesn't need electric to keep” I said as I reached past her to switch off the last radio
“My eldest has my car, he's out with his girlfriend.......There's still power here”
“What do you think is gonna happen at the power station when they hear that broadcast?..... I'll tell you, same as happened here and I don't think its gonna run on its own somehow”
“ But my stove is electric how am I going to.......” She broke off as the shop-floor phone-bell rang, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the walk-about handset held it up and “Hello?......Yes Howard, I just heard it.....No its just me and Crow.....No, I've got the keys so I can't......” I tapped her on the shoulder “Hang on” and to me “What?”
“If he's coming for you, I'll lock up...... He works at AT's? They sell some camping gear don't they? Tell him to get a couple of gas stoves and plenty of gas”
“If you're sure ” she said and then finished her call.
She walked back into the office and when she came out with her coat and bag after a couple on minutes said “I'm not sure how I'm going to pay for this extra stuff you think I should buy”
I told her “Bung it on the plastic, rob your phone bill money if you have to. It doesn't matter. Just make sure you've got food for at least a week for the four of you and Joel's girlfriend if she's got nowhere else to go...... Make sure you've got batteries for a radio too”
“Errm, the only one we have in the house is on Howard's Hi-Fi and that'll be mains won't it?”
I picked up the old twin deck cassette player/radio that I'd just switched off “Here you go......Go on take it, I'm sure Col won't mind if you borrow it” I looked at the back “It takes six 'D' cells, those are the big round ones....Get as many as you can, ideally at least two spare sets. The government will broadcast info so check often but don't leave it on all the time” A horn sounded outside “Give me the keys and go”.
Annie stuck her hand into her handbag and passed over the keys “Thanks!” she threw back over her shoulder. I wished her good luck, but I do not think she heard me.
I finished shutting down the machines and locked up the main door, the smaller store shutter and the fire-exits and just before I left I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, Annie insists on drinking bottled water (despite the fact the Britain has one of the highest quality tap-waters in the world) because she believes its purer (I however have read the bottle label, what does she think 'Dry Residue' means?). I was pleased that she was running true to form and had left her current one and a half litre bottle in the door, half full but that was no problem because the tap was right there.
I left a note on the door 'Annie, I owe you one bottle of water... Thanks, Crow'.
I finished locking up the office after making sure the computer was off, set the alarm and locked the front door then the chain and padlock on the car park gate.
Rather then walking around the road that runs through the estate I turned my back to the factory and walked over the patch of rough ground to the hedge, slipped though a gap in it and climbed over the post & rail fence. Three more paces took me across the verge to the by-pass road, I then turned right and followed the white-line until I came to the bridge over the river. I followed my shadow north and homewards.
My mobile is not the newest going or the slickest design but it does have the one thing I prize the most..... Battery life, I am not a person who lives on their phone but when I need it then I must have it work. That said I have been looking into changing my network as the coverage for my current one is crap around here.
I had been walking over an hour before I must of got to a hotspot, it was at that time that my mobile gave its “incoming text” tone and vibrated in my pocket (I set it to ring and vibrate due to noise pollution at work......Remember, about the machines and radios ? ). Anyway it was Fran, we text a lot because of the dodgy coverage and a burst transmission will get through when a voice will not
R U Home ? I cant leav. Army stop me.
I stopped, sat down and replied. Not yet walkin back. U @ P's ?
I drank some water and rolled a smoke while I was waiting.
Goin thr now. Go 2 Mr John. C if he OK. Txt me whn U back.
I sent Betr shift. Out @ Noon= Bad. Wil goto Johns. U STAY THERE & SAFE!!. Lv U.
I finished my fag, drank some more water and picked up my pace.
I still can not get that phrase out of my head, “The army stopped me”..... It takes time to arrange for blockades, someone somewhere has to sit down and plan how many troops need to go where. Then someone with the military clout needed has to issue the orders and then Warrant bearing life-forms have to make sure that the squaddies are were they should be. Even if all that had to be done was open a brown folder in some office somewhere it takes longer then a couple of hours to lock-down a whole city....... I smell something bad , and I don't like it
Perhaps I should explain just who Mr John is, he is an old boy (in his 80's ) who lives a couple of doors down from us. Shortly after we moved in Fran struck up a friendship with his wife, we used to drop round a visit them and when John got ill we helped them out (took her to go see him in hospital etc. ). She died a few years back but we still do odd bits of shopping for him and look after his dog when he is away for the day, he does stuff like taking in parcels for us and things like that. Just being old fashioned neighbours really, we know several Johns so we call him Mr John when we are talking about him.
Anyway, to get from the riverbank to my house I have to cross the railway at the level-crossing by the station. The station is on the other side of my village and is almost exactly a mile from home, that is how I know that I can cover a mile in under eleven minutes (if I leave home with less then that to the trains departure I know I am going to have to run....And I hate running)
I have walked that route twice a day on most weekdays for the last four years, I have also lived here for most of my life....... I have never seen the place like it was that lunchtime.
No people, no moving cars, no noise.... Just plain weird
I had just turned into my road and was walking by the house on the far side of Mr John's from ours when a police van pulls up (the first vehicle I saw since leaving Dowse), two coppers jumped out and ran to a nearby house while the driver shouted at me “You! ! You better live here ”
I reached into my bag and pulled out what I thought were my keys and held them up.
“Get off the street now!” He said, as he opened the door of the van I noticed that he was wearing a holstered pistol. He made ready to draw “Ten seconds to get inside or you're nicked” It was then I realised that the keys I was holding were the spare set to Johns place, I made a decision that I'd better go there and wait until the coast was clear rather then try to explain my mistake to an armed and obviously stressed man. At least the lock did not stick, as I closed the door the other two coppers came out of the house carrying a couple of shotguns each then put them in the back of the van and climbed in. The driver shouted at me one last time “And stay in!”
Just inside John's door is a noticeboard, pinned in the exact centre was a note with my name on it.... Here it is.
They came round at 11 and told me they are evacuating all the vulnerable people, so the women with kids and the old farts like me are going to be picked up soon.
They said we had a quarter hour to pack an overnight bag and fill in the form they gave us, you know I have had a bag packed since I got took to the hospital that time so I thought I should write you so you know what's what.
Tommy is shut in the small bedroom, he has water and his biscuits but can you let him out this afternoon and again tonight. They say we can come back in the morning or tomorrow afternoon at the latest so I can see to him then.
Funny thing is this here form wants to know if we have any animals or guns in the house, why would they need to know that ?
Got to go they are knocking on the door
Thanks Crow, see you in the morning mate
I let the dog out into the garden and while he was doing his thing I started writing a list of stuff I needed to do, head of the list Water
I have a twenty-five gallon hot-water tank and it has a header-tank that must hold at least twenty itself, I also store water in a couple of recycled poly-pins (four gallons each ). I have several other water containers that I store empty and use for camping and going to events, these include three five gallon plastic home-brew beer kegs that are painted to look like real barrels that I use when larping.... I would never get away with using them at re-enactments so they have not had many outings recently.
I know they told Mr John that he would be back in the morning (that would have been yesterday, thankfully he was not ) but I am still smelling a rat here, evacuations do not just happen in a couple of hours any more then blockades do.
When I got home I sent Fran a text that I was home and that Mr John had been evacuated. I spent the rest of that afternoon filling my water containers in the upstairs bathroom, checking my food preps and waiting for a reply. After dark (and a quick visit next door) there was still power so I fired up the computer and logged on to my email and my preferred prepper sites. No emails and I mean none, not even those annoying notifications from Facebook. ZS was more then a bit strange as well, none of the hardcore lifestyle choice guys seemed to be on. Just several different threads started (and also mostly written) in poorly spelt English with no punctuation or in l33t, all along the lines of “Yay! Zompocalypse..... I am going to go a loot some guns and head for Walmart, the password is 'Swordfish' remember it or I'll shoot you”. I tried the TV and all the radio channels, nothing apart from the same broadcast on the BBC (even the telly had just a rolling banner text version)
I searched for PTAS using all the engines available to me and all I could find was stuff that had been published over a month ago or a transcription of the broadcast...... At three in the morning I caught myself asleep with my chin propped in my hand and my elbow on the desk and so went to bed with a radio for company.
Having slept badly I was awoken sometime after nine by a crash followed by an explosion and automatic gunfire..... Lots of gunfire.
I piled out of bed, pausing only long enough to pull on a pair of joggers and grab a quilted shirt I opened the bedroom window and stuck my head out. Nothing out front so I then went downstairs and out the back door.
Big fire burning over the back field probably on the main road that runs on the far side, lots of shooting and people screaming. I can not believe I did this, I walked the length of the garden and past my workshop (read 'shed') in order to look over the fence at the end. This put me maybe fifty yards from the road, the two burning trucks and what looked like a mob of people attacking each other and running either away from or straight at the soldiers who were shooting at just about anyone who came near. Total madness, then I saw two people running towards me. The first was a 'larger gentleman' who was shrieking like a girl as a skinny guy chased after him, just over the fence the skinny guy ran the fat bloke down and started biting him. After what seemed like hours but I am sure was just a few seconds the fat man must of died as he shut up, then the skinny fella seemed to loose interest in him.
However he soon noticed me, he probably heard my retching as I tried really hard to throw-up my own toe-nails. He ran full-tilt at the fence like he did not notice or did not care that it was there. I built that fence and it was fine for what I made it for, keeping the horses in the field..... It was never designed to keep nutters out and so it did not.
I hate running....... But that does not mean that I am bad at it.
I did not look back until I was halfway to the kitchen and he was close, I went through the door like a whirlwind and tried to slam it behind me.... Only to hear it bounce off the guy, I hit the stairs three at a time got to the head of the landing and in panic just headed straight up the loft ladder and into the loft. I pulled up the ladder, slammed the trapdoor down and dragged a couple of full water barrels on top of it.
Then I remembered to breathe.
I spent most of yesterday stuck up here, I dug out a stove for tea and heat. I have food stored up here as well as water and a bucket with a lid for the other thing, along with my reference books and writing materials I have a hand-crank radio. This last has proved to be worth the money, it was just getting dark outside when I started to get interference on the BBC signal so I started to re-tune. Then I heard the first new piece of news since this began, they were just off the band for BBC1.
I tried to copy it down, here is some of it
I'll tell you again. This is Outbreak Freedom radio coming to you from a secret location, we don't know how long we can continue to broadcast so listen up and listen good.
The Tazzies are dead, they aren't Uncle Joe or your brother no more.
All they want to do is eat you. The only way to defend yourself is to put them down. You've got to destroy the brain to do that, if you cut the head off the body stops but the head can still bite you if you let it.
Don't let them bite you coz you'll turn into one of them, and try not to get blood in your mouth or any open wounds... I'm not sure if that's bad or not, but I'm hoping it ain't coz if it is I'm Tazzed to.
There's at least five of 'em outside the booth and if I don't turn, sooner or later I'm gonna have to deal with 'em.
Don't trust the Man. Coz the Government deals in secrets and lies
The Army don't know what they're doing but I know they're a tool of the Man.
Remember Head is Dead.....Anything else is just dancing
If you can find somewhere with thick walls and small windows, Tazzies are stupid but stubborn and some of 'em can use doorhandles.... That's how Sparks got it and I got splattered.
They're breaking in.....The is Outbreak Freedom radio signing off........
Come on then you fuckers!!!
Then the screaming and the shouting as a brave man fought not for his life (which he knew was lost) but because sometimes you just do not quit.
After that, probably a long time after that. I had to do something or go nuts, so I started this journal.
I'm going to have to stop for a while, yesterday and this morning are beginning to overwhelm me. I'll make a brew and then I'll tell you about this morning
I'll admit to being a comments whore, so feel free to post (even if its just "Get a gun! ")
Last edited by ForgeCorvus
on Mon Dec 19, 2011 4:45 pm, edited 2 times in total.
I'm English, our Government doesn't trust us to have real guns........or decent pocket knives for that matter
Good job theres no such thing as a Trebuchet licence
Winner, PMBoBZS:X- Its time to top Zed and drink Earl Grey... And we're all out of lemon