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July 14th, 2012 0800

Lot of grumbling and concern in the camp this morning after last nights fire works display.  Nothing is showing on the Geiger counter at the moment, but I’m still concerned.  Nothing has come across the short wave at this point either.

Shelley, her staff, Tyler and I are going to sit down here in a little bit to discuss some stuff, but it is wonderful to see the kids playing with their families.  The single techs have all run into Huntington to work on the FAV’s they are trying to build out of the dune buggies that were left in the street.  Tyler and I are going in to shop the Armory today.  See what we can find, if anything.

July 14th, 2012 1000

We are definitely pulling out in three days or less.  Right now we are working on a way to transport all our gear and the group in a safe method.  We only have the two gun trucks to work with so I’m not sure how we are going to pull this off.

I’m writing as Tyler drives us, in the Hummer, into Huntington.

We did find out about the explosion from last night.  Someone near Indianapolis came over the radio and said that there had been a shipment of MOAB (Mother Of All Bombs, Massive Ordinance Air Blast) bombs in the rail yards.  The MOAB was the replacement for the Daisy Cutter that was used in Afghanistan.  It has 8 tons of explosives on it.  If there were just a couple that went off it would explain the fireworks and mushroom cloud.

The guy we talked to on the radio knew he was dying.  He was outside when the first nukes went off and took some radiation.  He has just been trying to get out as much information as possible before he passed away.  We offered to come get him, but he said it would be pointless.  He was on his last legs and knew it.

July 14th, 2012 1400 – Tyler

Grey got gassed at the armory.  He found the hidden door he was looking for but didn’t imagine that when we opened it, that there would be defense mechanisms in the way. 

We are back at the camp now and some of the medical people are looking after him.  When the door opened he started gagging and then passed out on the floor.  As soon as he went down I grabbed him and dragged him out of the building.  I got some too but it wasn’t as bad.  Just a lot of snot running out my nose and tears.

Everyone is concerned because he hasn’t come around yet.  I think we are in a wait and see stage right now.

I’ll update as soon as I know something.

July 14th, 2012 1930 – Tyler

Grey is still out, but breathing easier.  However we have bigger problems than that.

After my last entry the CB’s and short wave started going nuts.  There is a large group headed directly at us.  Sounds like a force of between 100-200 and they don’t sound happy.  My guess is that it’s part of that crew we ran out of Huntington when we rescued Michelle and Kristin.

Following some of Grey’s instructions, I’ve set up a defensive line facing the incoming bad guys.  At each end is either the HMMV with the .50 cal or the gun truck we built with it’s .50 cal.  The children have been grouped in a sandbagged bunker the group dug out the other day.

The radio messages we are hearing are not good.  People are dying out there at the hands of these assholes.  Slaves are being taken and tortured.  This is not good.

I hope……

July 14th, 2012 2200

I can’t believe I fell for that.  The old knockout puking gas attached to the entry.  I knew better than that.  Tyler quit writing when they told him I was awake.  That’s why his last entry was cut off.

Tyler tells me we have some meanies approaching.  From what I can tell they won’t be in our area until after midnight.  Guess I’m going to have to grab the old bootstraps and take a team out and set up a welcoming committee for these guys.

I had Tyler dig into my cache of stuff and pull out the two long tubes.  TOW missiles.  Those will definitely help.  When the time comes, I’m going to shift our lines somewhat but Tyler has done an awesome job for now.  Everybody is armed and ready.  I’ll be damned if these idiots are going to get the better of us.

July 14th, 2012 2315 

We are in a good defensible position.  We have a creek (small river) to one side and behind us.  We are also on a small rise that helps out a lot.  Easier to defend.  I’ll draw a small sketch when I’m done with this entry.  Along the base of the rise we’ve planted claymores and as heavily treed as it is around us they won’t be able to use vehicles to storm our camp.

The dumbasses called us on the radio demanding we send all the females out and they would let the men go.  REALLY?  How nice of them.  I told their leader, Bad Moon Rising, to get stuffed.  If they were smart they’d leave us alone.  Mr. Rising didn’t like that idea and proceeded to call me all types of nasty stuff.  We actually sat around laughing.  Who the hell names their kid Bad Moon Rising?

I’m terrified.  No joke.  I’ve got a lot of people here who have no clue what is going on and I have no idea how they will hold up.  I’ve tried to keep them calm but it hasn’t been working so well.  We are going to lose some people during this.  I know we are.  If not during the fight, then after when they realize they don’t have the stomach for doing anything needed for survival.

Sketch of our layout:

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