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What the living, livid FUCK did they do to me?

Nov 7 2008, 11:46 PM EST by SkipNChurch

Thread started: Nov 7 2008, 11:17 PM EST Watch

"Christ it is cold up here. No fire, no heat signature, blanketed down, covered in sage and shit, owl living on top of me, and to beat all, fucking goddamn cold binoculars that need to be used anytime something seen.."
"Damn wind blowing a good 45mph this evenin' according to gauge in back of cave." "Hell I might be able to use one of those self warming coffee cups and cans of soup before Bobbert gets here.."

Snuffling up tight under wool blankets was Slim, one of our little Zhunds. I had picked him from Sam and Heidi's latest litter. He was the "runt". Still at a year, small in stature and cute as a new penny, his nose and big bat ears were my primary guard against Unkle Zed.

With wind whipping as typical here on Salusi Butte, we watched old Interstate 82 for action, movement, or indications of potential problems. Damn this was boooOOOoooRing duty to pull straw for.
Necessary? That is what I'm told, and trading off with our youngsters lets them know even we "old farts" are willing to pull our slots and rotations.

Slims nose shoots up hard into wind, his comical little dog growl, like a windup toy sound, starts in bursts. "Wrrrrrrrrr! GwRrrRRRRRRR!" Little stumpy front leg comes up in point, tail high, he's looking North, uproad. Clicking my handheld twice, alert youngin's on Bridge duty to wake up and pay attention.
Slim is ready to go kick some ass. His lead keeps him in, and placing finger on thorat stills his shrill barking.

'Scopes uncapped and looking around, panning across desert cleaned of everything, big rocks, bushes, desert plants, anything on entry to Bridges, there *IS* a cloud of dust coming our way. Radio clicked five times, waiting for response, hear a GPMG open up. It isn't ours, and no tracers yet.

Our boys and girls are maing ready on East Bridge.

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By: SkipNChurchNov 7 2008, 11:46 PM EST

..eyes of Unkle Zed.

He's down, below me, and in turn would have to climb a sharp eight foot ridge to get me.. If he had been still human, we would have been dead.

Ignoring Slim, his nose, training, had now put both of us into one hellova position.

If there is ONE Zed, there is gonna be fifty on this fucking hill side.

Who pushed Zed this far? How many? WAIT..!

Bet they've been trucked in from the Upper Valley. Heard that SeaTac emptied over mountains into Yakima as Panics hit.

Fucking wonderful, Quislings are now using Zed as dead-free shock troops.

Holding Slim tight, getting to my buried 1911, suppressed long ago as a toy for my fun time, finally draw it out.
"FUCK!" Muttered hard, hammer is down. Chambered round or not? Trying to press check it, hold Slim tight and carefully, doing all but impossible.
Fuggit.. Pull hammer back with thumb, aim at nearest Zed, press. "TwooOOOooooOOOPpppPP!" Good sound. Safed, harness on Slim, him tied tight to check pack, mags ready, NVG warmed.
Radio downstairs, "Boys you've got a wave of Zed coming around the Butte, numbers unknown, look healthy and moving fast!"

One of Unkle's better Band Bots stumbles over downed body, starts to snoffle and sniff around.
Slim screams through his muzzle, fucking Zed sees where noise is from, starts to climb up. Got a nice suitcoat on, pants, shoes. He won't be a gimp. Others sense his "look" and begins to follow. fool that I am, figured "just watching" not taking a rifle was prudent.

Not... fucking... now...I...do....not.

"THWOOooooooOOOOOOK!" Large flash damn near on me. Boys below have hillside plotted, triangulated well.

"Fatman, can you bail to South, NOW?!!!" "FUCK I DON'T KNOW!, I CAN'T SEE!"

"Sorry Slim..."

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Goodnight George...

Oct 8 2008, 6:02 PM EDT by SkipNChurch

Thread started: Oct 8 2008, 5:54 PM EDT Watch

Quislings tried again this past evening. Truckload of end of season pumpkins and melons coming in from Yakima Valley, three trusted 10-wheeled trucks bumped up to barrier, guards and Zhunds were checking cargo, undersides, cab interiors.

Checking manifests, ensuring humanity of those in trucks, first was allowed through.
Second sled contained mixed with assorted scrap metals in bins, back half live cargo of chickens we needed for our people.
Took an hour with pokes, prods, checking underneath well, this truck allowed through.

Third truck, driver seemed nervous, strained, more agitated than someone who had driven in center of armored convoy mere hour and change on clear roads.

George, the "Old Guy" on Gate Duty that evening was suspicious during Hunds nosing around inside cab and in engine compartment. We'll never be sure what happened then, what is known is Fat George double tapped driver, called for HELP, Hunds went crazy.

Driver had released his cab, flatnose with its hydraulics sent things upward, four Zed somewhat comfortable with heat and noise were loosened.

Little ZHunds went postal, as Zed fell out of their hiding places, hitting engine and then out to roadside, two of our little Gin-Gins went after the first down taking its right leg out, going hard for anything that continued to move. One, "Fris" was bitten hard while removing Zed's hand.. Bleeding out he continued his attack until this Undead was shot in forehead. George finished off Zed and Fris as his pistol went dry. Reloading quickly, looking for his fellow Guards, Zed escaped, headed down ramp into FEO. George quickly took up one of the kids AR, charged, took aim, Zed on ground took a last bite, connected with Georges ankle. Shaking Zed off, he was able to down the quick Shamblers with carefully placed shots.

Driver, rolled over with his last gasp, pushed his button. Truck, Geroge, kids and..

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Books to be read prior to the Panics and Unkle Zed's Dance...

Oct 5 2008, 6:09 PM EDT by SkipNChurch

Thread started: Sep 27 2008, 10:55 PM EDT Watch

S.M Sterling's "DIES THE FIRE" and follow on books. What happens when the lights and chedmistry that supports modern Man suddenly goes out.

John Ringo's "Ghost" and follow up books. Damn good action adventure, sex and gunfire.

C.J. Box, his books are based in modern Wyoming. His hero is a common man, finding himself in the oddest of mysteries, murder and mayhem. Joe Pickett simply is Game warden doing his best to keep alive and above water, often literally.

Anything Louis L'amour. "Education of a Wandering Man", his "biography", where the source of his stories came from. People, places, those "guts" of a damn good read.

Elmer Keith's works. Colonel Jeff Cooper. Skeeter Skelton. P.O. Ackley.

These are just a few of the "American" authors I've enjoyed, old and new. There ae hundreds, nawwww, thousands of damn good, informational books, things of our past that always have something to teach.

I'll use this spot on ZW to pass on those neat tidbits in print form that will help and educate as well as entertain.

SnC

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