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Goodnight George...
Oct 8 2008, 5:54 PM EDT
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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1. RE: Goodnight George...
Oct 8 2008, 6:02 PM EDT
.. most of top of Columbia River Bridge balled up in massive rolls of flame and pressure.There was little need to try and recover bodies, none to be found. We did find head of Quisling driver, badly incinerated, now resting on pike pole, North side of Bridge. No one yet knows why Q was so hard on to penetrate and suicide our loading dockage. They have been after FEO, trying to import Unkle Zed, starting the Plague here again. Cost to us was a damn Good Man, three youngsters just learning their craft, and three more of our precious Zhunds. How to wage war on those we've got little clue wants what we have, or desires our lands, we don't know. Waging war on our neighbors is not something we few Humans in Free Eastern Oregon are willing to do. Loss of every George is one less human who remembers "How Things Used To Be, and Make Shit Work". Q cost us dearly in this attack. Vengeful we nutballs, farmers and survivors are. Paybacks are a bitch. We intend on applying them quietly". For FEO... *EOM* |