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February 2009 -Gillette, Wyoming-
I still see it all now, how I came to be here in Seattle. It seem like only yesterday that I was escaping. The lights over head, dogs chasing us and the worst part was the snow. I dodged from tree to tree coming within a few feet of our pursuers.
The whole thing wasn't even my idea, I mean what was there to escape to? We didn't even know if anything was out there, for all we knew this place was the norm. I guess it was Zack who got us all to escape, he was our leader and I never even got a chance to thank him.
Like I was saying before, I and the other's had gathered at a nearby snow embankment hiding from the searchers, they were getting closer by the minute. Zack got up all of a sudden and started giving orders through the hand signals they had taught us. He told us to split up into pairs to make it more difficult for them to capture us all. Finally, there were only three of us left and Zack ordered me to go with Jondy while he would go by himself but I didn't think it was such a good idea for us to separate but he wouldn't listen.
So Jondy and I ran and ran, over the cold snow covered ground, over fences, evading helicopter's and guards it was all a blur.
I remember hearing a noise from the right side as I was running across open ground, I turned and saw there in a small clearing Zack surrounded. They shot him after he disabled several of them, his body still twitching on the ground. I wanted so to save him but it would have been useless, so I turned and ran, to battle another day.
I kept running until suddenly the ground beneath me fell away and replaced by water, apparently it was a frozen pond we were running across. I thought I heard someone calling my name as I fell but who knows, all I do know was that plunge into the icy waters may have been the thing that helped me the most in avoiding capture.
I stayed underneath for how long I don't even remember, I just remember looking up at the sky through the ice and seeing the stars.
Updated: 10/6/00
I think the shaking is getting worse and the visions are coming more often. I see all of us marching in unison like little efficient robots, not a misplaced step amongst a single one in the squad. The endless physical exams, checking our endurance seeing what our limits were and worse yet the constant injections of what I still don't know. We had hour's and hour's of training, memorizing maps and information -Discipline-Duty-Team work- constantly being drilled into us. It was tiring having to be perfect or near perfect everyday, no rest and no life.
The drills were the worst, the running, the standing at attention and marching for hour's repeating it over and over again until it became reflexive. Not all of us made it and you could tell if someone was going to dropout when they got the shakes. One day you would be in your squad marching with someone and the next morning you would wake to find an empty bed. I still wonder sometimes if I would have been strong enough to survive if we had stayed.
It was around the same time we escaped that I began to experience the first signs of the shakes the same kind that the others got when you saw when empty bunk. I had to hide this or they might take me now I thought, that's when I heard a noise emanating from the hallway. It was strange because this was our rest period.
It was understood that we were not allowed to roam around but my curiosity got the better of me. I walked around carefully, until I found the source of the noise. In a small sterile room were several men in surgical masks and gowns hovered over the body of a former bunk ,ate. They were performing an autopsy, taking him apart to see what failed.
That body could be me, I thought, it will be me. The shakes had begun. We were nothing but lab mice to them. It was then that I saw Lydecker, I think he saw me but seemed not to care and maybe this was lesson. I watched him as he slowly pickup a mug of coffee and started drinking it as if this whole morbid scene was normal. Maybe it was and maybe we all heard the noises from this room before but choose to ignore it, but now I couldn't ignore it, not any longer I would be next.
I left running back to my bunk hoping that being surrounded by my bunkmates would help comfort me but it didn't.
Updated: 10/6/00
My life is different now. I live on the 7th floor with a roommate named Kendra who is great except for her habit of using my bike as a clothes lines to dry her garments. I love my bike, it's sole purpose is to go as fast as I want it, maybe even fast enough to escape my nightmares. I think we've had this conversation several times before but she always seems to forget.
Talking about small annoyances there's Walter the friendly neighborhood cop who visit us regularly "to ensure that the squatter situation doesn't get out of hand". After all there's throngs of people dying to get into such prime realty in our neighborhood of course that's when they're just not dying normally. Walter's eye sight become's poor only when he receives a "small donation" to help his eyesight surgery fund.
I even have a job now, well sort of, I work as a bike messenger for JAM PONY X-Press and my boss "Normal" is a pain. The job help pays some of the bills but I have to take a night job to pay the more expensive ones, look I know it's stealing (burglary) but I have to make a living and the bills won't pay themselves, that's why the messenger gig is so nice. I sometimes go to a place with "possibilities" or it happens to be nearby such places. Just like the other day there was this statue it was just sitting there asking to be taken.
Updated: 10/7/00
Why is it, the PI I hire is the only one that works out of a laundry? You'd think since his office was in a laundry he'd have clean clothes and especially considering what he charges. He calls me up today and tells me he got something for me so I go pay him a visit at the "lime laundry", sure I parked my bike inside with me do I look rich enough to leave it on the street?
I find him here in his office sitting and eating chinese food, I wonder if that's where all my money gone lo mein noodles. If he calls me kid one more time... he goes on about how hard he's been working and he's found something sort of... translation more money please.
He tells me "Hanna" the woman who helped me escape in her car had sold it to some guy for food after the EMP hit years back and the new owner said she fit the description perfectly but he didn't have any more info on her. My PI said he would find her if he had a little more to go on like a last name.. well if I had her last name I could go find her myself. I still remember Hanna to this day she was the first kind person I'd met on the outside literally. She had stopped her car and risked getting killed to hide me in her vehicle.
I still don't know why, but I remember being curled up in a ball between the passenger seat and the floor. I looked up at her, I was afraid what they would do to me if they caught me and then I saw her warm comforting smile. I felt safe, sort of and happy. Is this what people outside are like, no, the guards and Lydecker were from the outside too. She was different, like, I didn't know what, she made me feel just something close to happy. I have to find her, there are things I want to ask her and most of all thank her for what she did for me.
It was worse when he told me he didn't find anything still on the others that escaped like me at least. I'm sure some escaped, right, after all they couldn't have gotten them all. I won't believe it. I left his office knowing that I needed more money and that meant that statue. Gota remember to pick up the gear today!
Updated: 10/7/00
I still don't believe it I nearly got caught today. I must be getting fat, I should check to see if I'm still a size 3. It seemed easy enough, a little swing across on roof top across the other and wham I'm in and the statue is mine or at least I should say mine temporarily until I can get it fenced.
Unfortunately it didn't go down that way. Making my way into the penthouse I picked up a couple of small trinkets past the kitchen, that's when I heard a voice. The voice seemed familiar, it was the voice from the streaming freedom video bulletins -eye's only informant net-. It would figure that a rich guy in a luxurious penthouse would be playing with everyone.
I tried to listen, he said something about some drug "Cordo something.. zine" being switched. Yap, yap, yap he kept going on and on didn't he know some of us had work to do, I had a statue to get. I left before the overwhelming urge to take his equipment away and save us all from his drivel.
I took the statue from the lighted stand, it was then I heard a noise, digits being entered, apparently I must have been discovered. By the way the person was moving he didn't know where I was so it was time for a little cat and mouse. I made a quick break into a nearby room, I slowly backed into it so I could keep my eyes out. I heard a gasp from behind me from a woman "I won't hurt you." I said. She threw a lamp at me from the night stand, that's when I noticed the little girl sleeping in the bed, a natural maternal instinct I guess.
The attack I easily dodged but then some guy came in and started firing rounds at me, like that wouldn't wake up the kid. Don't these people get it, I was just there to steal, not kill someone. I was forced to break the big fell a's wrist and knock him out. " Sorry" I said before leaving the room, that's when Mr. streaming video shows up with a shotgun pointed at me, telling me to put it down so I dropped my satchel of goodies. "Lauren, is Sophie okay? Peter?" he asked into the bedroom. I can't believe he asked me if I was a thief, with his statue sticking out of the bag on the floor. Of course I was "A girl's gota make a living." I said, first time I've seen anyone so happy hearing that a thief just took stuff from him. Apparently he was expecting someone else and whoever it was would do more than steal but that was his problem.
"That statue you took, it's French, nineteen twenties attributed to Jatarus" he said, like I'd care about anything else than escaping at this point. Seeing that I didn't respond to his art history lesson, he then asked me if I took it because it was "shiny" typical rich guy thinks everyone's ignorant " It's the Egyptian Goddess Bast, the Goddess who comprehends all Goddesses, eye of Ra, avenger, destroyer, giver of life who lives forever." I stated matter of factly.
The conversation was getting stale, that's when "Peter" comes stumbling out trying to cuff me. I spun him around and pinned his arm behind his back, putting him between me and the shotgun Mr. streaming video had pointed at me. I was slowly backing out when building security kick's in the door, a good sign to go I thought. So I left, Jumping through a window and landing on a roof of a nearby building. I ran just in case they had any ideas of shooting me, I like cheese fine, just not swiss. I made may way back down to my bike and came home. What a wasted night, well the rich guy was kinda cute if you go for his type.
Updated: 10/9/00
Little Omar seems to get bigger and bigger every time I visit, he's going to be a heart breaker when he grows up. Theo looked pretty bad today, I'd thought he'd be better enough today to go on some runs. Theo thinks that the drugs he and the other Balkan Vets are taking are bogus like the streaming eyes bulletin say. I told him that the -Eye's only- is probably a rich guy getting off at our expense what us dance to his tune. He didn't seem to believe me but then again he wasn't in his penthouse the other night like I was.
He and his wife asked me to pick up his paycheck or Normal's books would magically erase themselves. I hope Theo get's better soon, he's the only one I can talk to seriously about things and he doesn't ask questions.
Updated: 10/9/00
I can't believe it that rich guy "Eye's-Only" found me and came down to my hangout. I don't know what this guy's game is but I did find out his name "Logan Cale". I didn't notice any muscle or cops with him but then again they could've been waiting outside.
He asked if we could go somewhere a little more private to talk, I agreed and gave him an excuse that I had to get my coat. He pointed out that I was already wearing my coat actually a Jacket but at least the guy's not stupid.
We go outside and started walking. He says he's tracked me down to see if I was planning on hurting him, what a lame excuse if I wanted to harm him he knows he be dead already so I play along just to see what's his game is. I did find out he's single but the again if you heard some of his lines it wouldn't be all that surprising to you.
The woman in the bedroom was named Lauren and was apparently under his protection as an informant or something. I really wanted to know if he enjoyed messing with everyone's mind with those broadcast's of his. Oh, what a mistake that was. He went on about how the world was a better place before the EMP hit. I was wrong he was worse than a rich guy getting his kicks from watching us poor folk listening to his stories... he ..he was an idealist. I thought at least he wouldn't live long; his species had a short life expectancy.
He went on about a revolution or some such thing, what a nut job. I'm pretty patient but then he started lecturing me about the past and how we were deprived of our freedom. The moment I was out of his sight I took off before he started handing out homework assignments.
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