Journal Entry 1.0

I have hidden since discovering that our town has been abandoned. I am unsure of what to do at this point. I suppose I should eventually go outside, maybe figure out what to do next even, but instead I continue to sit inside of my home. Is it even really *my* home? Or does it belong to then?

Game Plan

Okay everyone. The getting certain buildings ready thing. Who's in? The bowling alley was mentioned. The Rec Center. One of the bigger houses over on the rich-ass street. Somewhere on the farm, maybe. Anyone else have suggestions? And who's going to be helping? Does anyone want to be responsible for one of the checkpoint buildings and organize from there?

Ping here and we can figure it out.

Valley Forge

Being here reminds me of the war. It's a strained feeling, tense like muscles drawn taut and held past their limits. Dark days and mistrust, that much is identical no matter how many differences there may be. I've never been an avid reader, though I like a good book now and then. Most don't stick with me, they didn't when I was younger and they sure don't as I get older each day. Still, some sections catch and take hold, and I'm grateful for it. In particular, 'Valley Forge', a book about one lost base of Marines, not so much about Vietnam as the people it touched, both soldiers and their families. I don't trust my memory for accuracy of this sort often, but here it's solid as bedrock.

Private Journal Entry

Day three. The word is that you've taken over, that this was never ended. So, where does that leave me? I worked for you and I still will. Whatever you want me to do. I know if you're out there you can read this - I always read their's. So tell me - what do you want me to do? Just let me know.

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Holdering of the placingness

(public entry) Ghost Town

I don't really know what to think. I read that some other people think that this is just a continuation of the old experiments.

I really really hope not, but... if it were true, then at least this time I'm outside with the sun. I guess it's stupid to be thankful for such a small thing, but I am. I feel a little stronger, and there are other people around.

Private message to Lina

So I'm sure you heard I was here by now. Hi. Enough smalltalk.

We both know what's coming. I knew when I woke up, so I hit the police station. Looks like someone else was there first, but I requisitioned every firearm and baton in the place. Now maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think people who know me'll be wild about me having every gun in town. So if you're okay with it, I think it'd be better if you had them. If you don't want them, I'll go dig a trench and bury them, no hard feelings. Let me know.

- Everett

Private to Indira

'talked' to someone today; he said that the houses were only boarded up yesterday, as well as people left yesterday, and the power had gone out. i went to the hardware store and got flashlights, batteries, and some wooden broom handles to break for flipping switches - just in case. you want anything?

PM to Adam

I wish to move today. Can you assist me?

Meeting?

If anyone wants to meet at the bar tonight, the doors'll be open. There'll be beer and ideas. Anyone want to come talk about what happened yesterday?

I can't imagine what must be going on with you guys right now. But yesterday scared the shit out of me, and I wasn't even in those fucking experiments.