What Arises (OPEN - Two Years Into a Zombie Apocalypse)

[Albion]

The reply came ten minutes later when Mike finally came up to check for any new messages. he answered quickly, confirming the meeting and thanking them. Later that day, a caravan was assembled and sent out.

 

[Bwahaha]

"We have eight days until we meet up with Spokane," Esosa thought aloud, as Rima struggled with her work. "Hopefully, the CDC will come before then."


Rima glared at the crock pot bottom, frustrated. She'd just spent two hours trying to make it work the way she wanted, but to no avail.


"We forgot to ask the CDC for a heat lamp," Rima said. "The crock pot bottom isn't enough for the dehydrator."


The dehydrator was homemade. It was a big cardboard box with the inside covered in aluminum foil. The opening was on the side. Thin pieces of wood run the width of the container, with old oven shelves on it - the type that was more of a long-holed grille than a shelf. Most of these shelves had wax paper on them, with holes poked in it.


The crock pot part sat at the bottom. It was supposed to heat up the whole thing, dehydrating the carrot slices, tomato slices, cucumber slices, spinach and cabbage on the shelves. But it was too unpredictable, and usually either ruined the food completely, or didn't do the job thoroughly enough, letting the food rot well before winter was over.


That crock pot bottom was why they'd gone hungry the winter before. The plants outside hadn't been growing as much, and most of their 'dehydrated,' food had only lasted a month, then what they hadn't already eaten went bad. Not wanting to eat their canned food, the family had made do with little food.


Rima didn't want that to happen this year. Well, no one did, but she was taking control of the project.


She finally sat back and sighed.


"If we don't get that heat lamp, this winter will be almost as bad as last time."


"We have more plants this time," reminded Esosa. "Even if we can't get that thing working, it won't be as bad as last year. But we may not have the wonderful delicacy of spinach and cabbage flakes sprinkled into rabbit soup."


Rima laughed, hearing the sarcasm in her mother's voice. Those flakes had tasted really bad. Still, no one got scurvy that winter... well, to be fair, they had had some food from outside too.


"But this winter's probably going to be colder," pointed out Rima. "It's early fall, and it's already so cold. We might not even have the ten weeks we thought, before it starts to snow."

 

[Lord Bradorian]

It's done. Six 9mm Handguns, Five AR-15s, a multitude of blades and .22 rifles, an AK47 and an MP5.


- Perry

Dorian smiled as he read over the report given to him, and wrote a response below in the paper for it to be picked up.

Good work. Issue the weaponry as you see fit. Give the AR-15s, AK47 and MP5, and any scoped rifle obtained, to a dozen scouts headed for Brockton. Choose mid-class fighters for the job.


- Hesketh

Three days later, a report came in about the National Guardsmen in Brockton.

We have continued supervision of the Brockton Guardsmen from afar. They are heavily armed, and have brought in a group of six civilians. One can be recognized as Martha Atkinson, the head of the merchant group whom we traded with two weeks ago. She had no one with her, and had new scars from our last encounter. If we speak to her, we could get intelligence on someone whom presumably attacked her.


- Rorcheck

Dorian stroked an unfashioned beard as he read over the report, before going outside his office and heading toward the militia barracks, which was a set of tents located near the steps leading into the upper sanctum of the monastery.


"We will be mounting into a group of thirty militiamen from here, high-class fighters, and then moving to Kingston to conscript five of Victor's best fighters, including him as a secondary leader for the expedition. We will then move to Brockton, and confront the National Guardsmen, and attempt to bring them into our sanctuary."


With that, Dorian Hesketh, Sean Perry, and a group of twenty-eight other of their best fighters depart from the Monastery, heading toward Kingston.

 

[Albion]

Work is beginning on a basic purification plant in the area with an area designated for boiling water from the river to help keep everyone hydrated.