Group Story Write - "3 Days After"

[Lurch]

Inez took out her pistols-one at a time-and checked them, to make sure they were ready. She'd checked them before she went to bed, and she'd checked them after she got up, and even though nobody else had touched them, she checked them again. She'd seen too many good people go down from simple mistakes, because the fuck-up-fairy had bit them in the ass.

Deciding she was as ready as she could be, she reached out and plucked Larry's flashlight out of his shirt pocket. After checking it, too, she lowered herself onto the roof of the truck. As quietly as possible, she cat-footed over to the hole, and stopped to listen. Inez found herself unable to hear much over the zombies surrounding the truck, and the voices from behind her on the roof, where people were asking Larry questions. She couldn't do anything about the zombies, but she did manage to signal for quiet from behind her, and when she got it, she managed to make out various thuds, grunts, and squishy noises. Sitting back on her heals, she shook her head sadly. Dammit Kid, I told you that stupid couch was gonna get you killed,she thought to herself.

Inez started to climb to her feet and was startled by Bubba, who jumped down next to her, with a bang. Giving him a glare, she motioned for him to stay back and listened again at the hole. The noises had stopped. Taking a deep breath, she got up and carefully moved around the hole, without seeing anything. With a shrug of her shoulders, she aimed her pistol down the hole, and flicked on the light. There, not more than three feet in front of her, covered in bloody gore, was Pat, looking up at her. She was so startled she almost shot him.

"Would you get the damn light out of my eyes?" Pat asked, angrily.

Inez smiled in relief, and shone the light around the interior of the trailer. One of the first things she saw, was a very dead zombie, on the floor next to Pat's beloved couch, surrounded by empty brass. By now, the sun was over the horizon, and light was shining in through holes in the trailer roof, and wall. Lots of holes. As a matter of fact, she saw holes everywhere. The floor was wet from where a bullet had passed through a water jug, and there was fluid leaking from a #10 can of beans, also with a neat little round hole in it.

"Whoa, good shootin' Tex," Inez told him with at smile, "ya' got him."

"Oh hell yeah," Pat said disgustedly, "I got him all right." Pat paused to kick the zombie in the head, and Inez figured out what the squishy thumps were she'd heard. "Does this piece of shit look familiar? No? Well, maybe if I hadn't pistol whipped it quite so much. This is the one Jacob shot last night. It must have fallen through the hatch."

"I thought he'd killed it, Pat!" Bubba said, peeking over the edge at him.

"Yeah Bubba, he killed it. Look can we just get me out of here, please. When we went up onto the roof last night, we pulled the ladder up behind us. I'm stuck down here."

"I'll get it Pat," Bubba said, happy to get to help.

When Bubba was gone, Inez turned her attention back to the corpse, "Boy, if it was already dead, why'd you kill it again?"

"I don't know exactly what happened. It must have landed on the arm of my couch, or something, and when I laid down it fell over onto me. That's all I can think of."

"So you're not bit?" Inez asked.

"No ma'am. I didn't get bitten. It just scared the crap out of me."

"I bet."

"Hey, when I get out of here, I'm gonna stay on the top of the truck for a while, and get cleaned up some." Pat looked down for a second with his hands on his hips, and when he looked back up, there was a look there Inez hadn't ever seen before, "Inez, about that island, I really don't care where we go. I'd like somewhere where we won't be constantly surrounded by walking dead people, and I'd prefer for it not to be stupid-cold."

"I'll see what I can come up with," she told him, reassuringly.

"Thanks Inez. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna find my clean clothes. I'm afraid cleaning these would be more trouble than they're worth, and I'm not even going to try and clean my boxers."

Inez started to say something, but Pat gave her one of those raised eyebrow exasperated kind of looks that usually only teenagers can pull off. "Oh, got it. You really meant it when you said it scared the crap out of you," she said with a grin. Pat just closed his eyes and raised his hands, in surrender. "Ok Cowboy, there's baby wipes, clean water, paper towels, and trashbags down there somewhere. I'll try to keep everybody back from the edge, so you can have some privacy. Okay?"

"Thanks Inez."

"Oh, and while you're cleaning up, why don't you see if you can figure out how to get your friend there out of the truck, since we can't open the doors, to throw him out, with all of the zombies around here. We've got stuff that's got to go in here, when we load up, and we're gonna have to have people in here when we move out, too."

Pat stopped unbuttoning his shirt, and looked at the zombie in disgust.

"Sorry Pat. One thing's bothering me about the zombie though."

"What's that?" He asked her.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you're right about this being the one Jacob shot, and I know you dumped a full mag into it, right?" She paused until she got a nod, then grinning, "That's what I thought. I kind of noticed that, besides where Jacob shot it, there aren't any other holes in it." Inez stood up and moved away, without waiting for an answer. Behind her she hear she could hear Pat start kicking the dead zombie again, punctuating each kick with a curse.

[doc66]

Good job with that. Gives us something to build on.

Even in Bellingham.

[doc66]

Kinda short, but needed to get the juices flowing....


Pat’s idea to get the now dead zombie out of the trailer worked perfectly. He had Inez toss down a rope and Pat tied the rope under the damn things arms, not bothering to be too careful about getting the muck on his clothing since he was pitching all of it anyway. The only drawback was that someone had to stay in the trailer and guide the body up through the hole in the roof as the others pulled it out. It wasn’t such a bad job as they go, but seeing the damn thing hang in the air over his head like a grotesque marionette made him want to shoot the thing all over again. This time he would be sure to hit the fucking thing at least once. Pat was glad that Inez had not said anything about his ammo usage after the ordeal; especially since he was still wearing his gore covered and shit-stained clothing until they got the thing out of the trailer. He didn’t see the sense in getting yet another set of clothing filthy with the internals of the undead leaking all over. His next problem was going to be cleaning up the mess in the trailer.

Once the feet of the monster were out of sight, Pat set about cleaning up the mess he had made putting bullets in everything, putting the punctured water bottles and cans into a big black trash bag. He swept up the debris with a short handled broom he found in between the slats-supports of the trailers sides, ignoring the pounding of the undead on the thin wall as he did so. Once he was happy with the job he had done, Pat wiped down his couch with a couple of the handi-wipes that Inez had provided to get rid of the stench of the undead and then stripped down, putting the filthy clothing in the garbage bag. Saying “Fuck it” out loud, Pat used the rest of the container of wipes to give himself a whore’s bath, whistling as he cleaned himself off for the first time in what seemed like weeks. He air dried before putting his clothing back on. He used some of the less filthy wipes to clean the gunk off his pistol belt, dropping them into the garbage bag and sealing the thing up tightly.

With a final glance at his couch, and wishing he could have gotten at least a half hour of rest, Pat climbed up the ladder, pulling the trash bag after. Once on top of the trailer, Pat heaved the trash bag out into the mass of undead that milled about below, watching as the things attacked the bag and tore it open with grunts and growls. Pat inhaled deeply, glad he was at least far enough above the stench that he could take in fresh air without gagging. As Pat stood there, Inez came up to him and watched as well. Pat let his gaze roam over the horde as she too a deep breath.

“Ya smell like a cheap Texas whore house,” she informed him.

“Yep,” agreed Pat. “But like a visit to the whore house, I feel a hell of a lot better after.”

“Ya might be the only one here, other than Bambi, who don’t smell like a four day old sneaker--,” continued Inez.

Pat looked at her for a quick puzzled moment. “I don’t think they call them sneakers any more, Inez.”

“Whatever the hell they call ‘em.”

“Why doesn’t Bambi smell like a four day old sneaker?”

“She got her sights set on takin’ someone down, I hear.”

“God help whoever,” muttered Pat. He didn’t see the amused expression on Inez’s face as he pointed at the cab and continued before Inez could speak. “Did you notice that we’re going to have some trouble getting back in the cab?”

“Jesus H. Christ in a hand basket,” swore Inez staring at the cab of the truck, which was surrounded by hundreds of undead. “How the fuck did we miss that part of our little plan?”

“Don’t know, Inez, but we’ve got it cut out for us, don’t we?”

“Cut out, my ass. We’ve got what we referred to in the business as a situation. Why the hell didn’t we realize this when we climbed up here?”

“Too busy staying alive I guess.”

“Fuck me sideways.”

“Not until you take a bath,” said Pat.

Inez let out a barking laugh before sighing. “I think we might've gone and fucked ourselves, Pat.”

Shrugging, Pat did not have an answer for her. He instead spent a peaceful minute looking back out over the horde of undead and for the moment, trying to not think about the dire situation they were in. He was clean, wearing clean clothes and for the first time in days, weeks, he didn’t give a shit about what was next.

“Do we have anything to eat?” he asked casually?

“Sure, Cowboy, we got grub. Let’s go and get some while we ponder this predicament we’ve put ourselves in.”

“Is there beer?’ asked Pat as they walked to the roof of the building.

“Don’t know, but a beer might just be the thing--.”

[jaybird]

Must... have... Moar!!! (makes disgusting slurping noises that could the sounds of a a reanimate gnawing on flesh or something REALLY obscene and best left to the imagination ).

[tool133]

Excellent!!! Keep up the good writing!

[Spanky]

We NEEED MOOAAAR Throw us a bone!!!

[jaybird]

I may do some writing soon. I just need some ideas to flesh out.

[Lurch]

Sorry, it this got anyones hopes up. I'm just bumping it to the top so DOC will be able to find it easier, when he finally realizes it's time for..MOAR!

[doc66]

Yeah, well I finished Cole and now let's see what happens next!

[Cavediver]

Yeah, well I finished Cole and now let's see what happens next!

Sweet! Someone start the sofa chant

[jaybird]

Sofa! sofa! sofa!

[Spanky]

PLLL lEEEEAAASSSSSEEEEEE DOC give us a FIX!!!!!

[jclaudii]

I got a few pages written, let me get home and read it over and we'll see what you all think.

[tenhigh]

I got a few pages written, let me get home and read it over and we'll see what you all think.

Well? Don't tell us you've been taking cliffhanger lessons from Doc...

I need MOAR!!!

[Morphace]

I have to say as a newcomer to the forums I'd have to agree with the last few statements. I've read this from the beginning and I"m curious to see where you take Pat and the group. So please moar!!..... You are all doing an awesome job.


I'd even write some myself if it wasn't for my newness....

[jclaudii]

Pat put off the beer and got an Irish coffee to help him calm his nerves and stay awake the rest of the morning. He couldn’t go back to sleep after that ordeal, especially after they all realized they can’t get back into the cab. He went and sat at a corner of the building watching the crowed of zombies below. Off in the distance more could be heard, but he was unsure how many were out of sight.

So he waited till dawn. Several coffee’s later, and several cussings at him self for not paying attention in the trailer, he heard the hum of a vehicle off in the distance. The sky was just starting to lighten up so he could see better, but it would still be 30 minutes or so before he had plenty of light to see by.

He listened intently for a few minutes longer thinking that he may have drank more than he needed too. But a huge crunch from that direction and extra throttle being applied confirmed that there was indeed a vehicle heading their way. He ran over and started waking a few people up. He started with Inez and Bubba. He told Bubba to start waking everyone up that there is a vehicle heading in our direction.

The guards at the corners of the roof remained in place behind their makeshift barriers and listened to the group conversation in their ear pieces from the radios.

After about 5 min of shuffling the vehicle was getting closer and starting to draw the attention of a few zombies below.

“Ok looks like we got most everyone here….” Inez started saying, “were not sure there intentions, so we will be prepared for unfriendlies, but if they are nice, we’ll work with them. Also, were going to stay hidden up here so they don’t know our numbers and we have the advantage over them. Are there any questions?”

Everyone started talking at once. “What if they came to rescue us”, “Who are they”…..”Lets kick their ass!!!”

“Ok ok” Inez said “ I see there are some concerns, but we don’t have time for that many questions. You all know as much as I do. We’ll just wait up and here and see what happens. If they fire at us we wait till I give a signal. I still want to try and see if they are sure they want to go down that road. Ok…everyone get into position.”

A few minutes later with people still scrambling over the rooftop to find a hiding spot and still be able to kneel to shoot over the side, the vehicle came into view. It was actually several vehicles and a large piece of machinery.

“What the hell is that” said one of the ladies from the mayors group.

“Looks like a piece of farm equipment, perhaps a hauler or combine or something.” Said Bo as he spit his tobacco out on the roof top.

“I count four vehicles and that thing” Inez said

“That’s what I count too Inez” said Bubba who was right beside her.

They all watched as the big machine came slowly down the road drawing the zombies towards it and weaving all over the mostly clear street as the other vehicles followed a good distance back.

“Is that thing killing the zombies?” Asked Bambi as she sat looking through the scope of her rifle.

“If there not, there doing a piss pour job of driving it” said Bo with a chuckle.

Pat at this time was on top of the 18 wheeler trailer’s makeshift turret box. Pat just hunkered down and watched as the big machine rolled into their parking lot and started crushing, dismembering, cutting, and squishing zombie parts all over the place. He looked back and everyone was still hunkered down and thought to himself "perhaps these people don’t even know where here" as the rear vehicles started pulling up close to the machine.

The 4 other vehicles were made up of farm trucks, one had a fuel tank in the bed and the others all had tool boxes or other spare parts. Pat watched the other vehicles drive over a few of the close zombies that remained around the machinery before finally pulling up beside it as it idled down. A few men and women got out of the truck and headed for the combine. A few others took positions on top of the truck with rifles and took up a guard positions looking away from their location.
“Grandma come in, Come in Grandma” Pat said in his headset.

“Grandma…You think grandma fits me huh? I’m here” Said Inez as she stayed behind the cover of a AC unit and clearly showing her distaste for the callsign to those around her.

“I think it fits very well, anyway….I don’t think they know were here. Should I introduce myself as you all stay back?”

“Confirm, You make contact at your convince, we’ll cover you. Don’t give our numbers up. You copy that.

“Copy”.

Pat sat there behind his cover until he heard a few rifle shots. He looked out and saw they were just taking some wondering zombies heads off. One of the men had a hose hooked up to the combine and the others were using long sticks and pocking them at the undercarriage of the machine.

Finally, after about 10 minutes, the machine shut off. It was quiet. The people didn’t even talk that much but used their hands. Pat saw them pull some bags out of the truck and they all grouped together except for one person who sat on the back of the machine keeping an eye out at their exit. “No time like the present” he mumbled to himself and yelled out from his cover position with his hands raised.

“Don’t shoot!!!! I’m alive and not infected!!! I’m coming out” He heard the boots scrambling for cover as he heard one of them shout.

“Come on up….keep your hands up, Who are you” said a man with a decent beard forming.

“I’m Pat, I’m here with a few people, were just passing through and stayed the night on top of this building. We mean no harm if you mean no harm” as he finally stood all the way up.

The bearded man lowered his weapon came out of the cover of the machines large tire but his companions stayed in their positions. “I’m William, most call me ‘Sledge’ These here are some of my family and friends that managed to get thorough this shit but we needed to come to town for supplies. Were peaceful as long as you are. Are you here getting supplies as well from the school?”

“No sir, were just passing through like I said. Were headed for someplace a little further west and north possibly. We were wondering if a few of you would want to step onto the trailer and talk for a minute. By the way…Thanks for cleaning up the Zombie problem we had” Pat was trying to break the ice a little bit.

“Fine, but why don’t you just clime down here and then we’ll talk. I’m going to go on and send some of my people into the school for supplies, is that okay”?

“Yea, uhh….Sledge go ahead. It’s all yours. I’ll be down in a sec.” Pat climbed back into his concealment and peered through a hole in his cover. He saw a about 4 people take off into the school, a few of the people who had rifles pointed in his direction were assigned a different duty, but there were still 2 people who had their weapons aimed at the roof of the truck and school. As he was climbing down the internal ladder from the hatch he built just the day before he cussed to himself. “I hate being all diplomatic, I’m no negotiator. But so far it seems so good” he said out loud. He finally made it to the door pushed it open.

He stepped out of the trailer and was aware of all the zombie mess the vehicles had left. In the sky there were several buzzards circling that smelled the death the zombies bring.

They met in the middle each with their sidearm only visible.

The big man pushed out his hand “Hey Pat, Good to meet you. Where you from?”

“Good to meet you too Sledge. I’m from back east around Ohio, We were hoping the upcoming cold months would help us out some. One of our members has a nice place in mind out this way and we are going to give it a shot.”

“Sounds good, We’ll be out of here in no time. We only make runs every once in a while. Most of these folks are farming folks and have a decent amount of food stored, we need other things like toilet paper, better cooking gear, and some raw materials like flour and shortening. This your rig?”

“Yes sir, we retrofitted it to fit our traveling needs some. The little convoy you see over there is our as well” as he pointed to the rest of their fleet. “Again, we thank you for making our exit clear….There were a ton that just came up in the middle of the night.”

“No problem, just making it a tad safer for everyone while we can. We call the combine ‘Destructo’ and it does a good job of making fertilizer out of ‘em.

The radio crackled “You can bring them up if you like, we got some coffee on and we have them outgunned.”

“10-4” said pat as he pressed his button to answer Inez.

“You all sure got a fancy setup….I hope you guys hang on to it. We’ve heard on the radio that there are several raiders down south taking almost anything. We got a HAM and it gets pretty good signal in the evening. The Military is regrouping behind strongholds from what I hear and supply drops are being made at large camps of survivors. They are taking reports of people who are taking supplies by force and will be ‘on the look out’ for them. Some of the people we heard from has descriptions of the things they obtained on their own and were forced to give it up. One family of 9, 4 of them kids, was forced out of a motor home in one town down there. We like the openness here, so we’ll probably be around for a while.”

“Hey, We know what you mean, we actually were driven from our area by some very bad people as well. I was just informed a second ago that we have some coffee on and one of our members is whipping up breakfast. It’s the least we can do to say thanks for some good timing on clearing this area out. We hate to use that much ammunition just to get back to our vehicles. You all just come on up, We have someone on each corner of the building keeping a lookout. Some of your folk are welcome to join.

“Well thanks Pat for the Hospitality, I’ll ask to see if any of my people want to head up there. I need to make sure we get the shit we need first. When yall headed out?”

“I figure we’ll head out in a few hours. I’m sure you guys are welcome to come with us if you want, but I’ll have to check with the rest of my party first.”

“Pat, that is a mighty fine offer for just meeting us, but I’ll have to decline for my group. We all decided to stick close to home. There is just something about being able to defend your own piece of turf versus one you have not been on your whole life. I’ll put the word out and see if any of them want to group up with you. Now, If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go tell my guards to hop up there with your guys and I’m going to make sure we get the supplies we need.”

“Alright.” Pat said as he headed back towards the open doors of the semi trailer and climbed the ladder to the roof.

A few hours later, sledge and most of all his crew were up on the roof enjoying the company of ‘out-of-towners’. Their trucks were loaded down with the supplies they needed and Pat’s crew had put away most of the equipment they pulled out of the semi the night before.

“So Sledge, your telling me the US Government is still doing what it can for the big groups? Have you seen any Government guys around here?” Inez asked with the look of thought on her face.

“Well Maam, we’ve not seen too many folks through here, I guess most take the bigger, better marked roads. The government chat on the radio did warn it’s citizens to be wary of certain officials and crews that were operating under a ‘government contractor company’. They didn’t say much else about them, but to report suspicious government personnel to some frequency so they can weed them out.”

“Have you had any other contact with the outside besides radio?”

“No Maam, We just keep quiet. The government did send out a memo over the radio that said it would barter or pay in bonds to any farmer that produces a crop and harvested it. They also said they would reimburse the farmer for some of the fuel as well as the above deal. We may try and get in with that. You know to do our part for our Military guys and their families that have to eat out there. There will be more details to come over the next several months.”

“Well that sounds good” said Ruth who was sitting in a chair listening to the conversation.

Inez still looked like she was thinking, “Well Sledge you are a wealth of information. What you say we try and stay in contact every now and then. Here is a frequency that we monitor if you ever need someone to chat to” as she hands him a piece of paper. “I still feel like something is off between the government and the company guys, perhaps the government is splitting.”

Inez, You’re the top knowledge on those guys, do you think they are capable of taking over or replacing our Government? “ asked Pat.

“I don’t know Cowboy, but they are up to something.” Guys we should probably start heading out. All I know is where going to continue to Head West into Wyoming, and try and find someplace to rest a while there. I know a few places we can try that have hydroelectric power plants that are in the middle of the Forest Service. I passed through there a few years back when I was traveling the country. So Everyone…Lets load up our last bit of gear and we’ll head out in 15 min.”

“Damn, Inez…You run a tight ship” Sledge told the lady with a deep chuckle as he watched the activity around him.

“I figure if don’t get moved out soon we’ll stay here and chat you up all day. You take care of yourself Sledge. Did any of your group want to join us?

“Well, we got this one kid, Jeremy who just wondered into our group and is used to a few more people his age. I see you got a few teens in your group and he has asked if he could come with you guys. Would that be alright? He comes with his own gear so you won’t be out too much, and he’s a hard worker. He’s also pretty good at fixing damn near anything Mechanical.”

“Sledge, we’ll take the boy if he wants to come, I’m sure he’ll fit right in fine.”

“Thanks Inez, I was hoping a group likes yours would come through to give the boy an out…He’s been really bummed out lately as there are not too many kids his age that come through here….If any.”

“ No Prob, tell him to get his shit together and meet up at the green Frankenstien Jeep over there.” As she pointed to the gore splattered, exterior armored Rubicon.”

“Alright, You guys be safe…..EVERYONE IN MY GRROUP…..LETS HEAD HOME…..JEREMY GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER YOUR GOING WITH THEM!” The big man roared to his group with a deep voice.

After the farewells and goodbyes, both groups headed out again. John looked over at the map in Inezes lap as they were driving “Were we going?”

Inez replied with a slight grin, “Wyoming…Were heading to Wyoming”.

With that they headed out of the small town and towards the new destination that Inez had picked.

“Why Wyoming” asked John after several miles of thought. “There’s not much in Wyoming.

“That is one reason” Inez said, “The other is the state has tons of alternative energies like wind, solar, and Hydro power. I rode passed a few hydro plants on the Platte River. There are some decent camps along there, and they have power…Can you Imagine a Hot shower” she said with a grin.

Pat was Relieved to have Bambi and her sister riding somewhere else. It was Pat, Jacob, Jeremy, and Bubba who all rode in the Jeep together. Emily decided to ride with Inez and John in the Semi.

The ride that morning was silent going out of town. They all wanted just a little time to think about what lies ahead and what is to come. They were all hoping for this next trek of their journey to go easy and without too much interference with zombies. It was a nice thought until the dusk hours while en route to their destination.
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I didn't get a chance to re-read it a few times to make sure it flows good...Let me know if you see any problems.

[jaybird]

Hi William! There are few misspelled words (like flower instead of flour) so you might wish to edit this a wee bit. Otherwise, you're doing very well. Thank you so much for reviving this thread/story . I do have a suggestion, though. Pat NEEDS a girl. Maybe one named...oh, I don't know... say "Chris" .

[Morphace]

This story has gotten a friend of mine into zombies a bit. I started explaining the story to him and now every day ( we work together) he asks me "What's happening to Pat?" We're going to start a Resident Evil marathon here at work (we watch movies on my computer during our lunch break because we both live 43 miles from our work) He hasn't seen any of them. Any way just wanted to tell you all that this story is good enough to turn non zombie fans into zombie fans keep up the good work.

[jclaudii]

Wow, I that is mighty nice. But you should really read Mom's Journal. I think that is one reason Pat has not had many adventures lately. A couple post a day by Kathy and by the end of the week were struggling to keep up to what is happening to Sissy and her family. I'm sill about 5 pages behind and I was just caught up 2 weeks ago. Glad you guys are enjoying the story, Anyone is welcome to join this story at any time. We just ask that you don't Kill PAT to keep the story as an ongoing entertainment project and an 'out' for the writers of their respected stories. I'm still waiting on Kathy to do an installment.

[Morphace]

I've just started reading her story it's good, very good. I can't wait for the next post for Pat though. I might wait a post or two more, but I've got some thoughts simmerin' and do love to write. (not the best, but still love it.) Untill then, Keep it coming!

[colinz]

Good update, especially the piece with the AG equipment.

MOOOAAAARRR!!! plaease?

[tenhigh]

Although the updates have been exemplary so far, I must ask for yet MOAR, as I am an insatiable MOAR zombie, or suchlike...


SO PLEASE MOAR!!!!

[tenhigh]

Some may think that they can give up, just due to their awesome co-op zombie fiction story. And some think that 60- odd pages of zombie journals allows them to forget posting in such an awesome thread. And SOME think that living in the states is a damn good excuse for not posting... All of these options are true, yet the poor MOAR zombie within me could not let it go...

PLEASE, PLEASE continue this story...

(I'll include the MOAR bird as soon as someone shows me how to, this shit's complicated, PM's appreciated)

[Morphace]

I hear ya... I too would like to read moar... but just to let you know I've also started writing for this thread and once I think I've got something I"ll post also.