I killed a man last night. Or finished killing him at least. I was washing my dishes in the river and checking my lines one last time when he must have sneaked into my camp. I'm not sure which direction he came in from, but he didn't make a noise.
I didn't even notice he was there until I was coming back up to my campsite and he stepped into the light of fire. I could tell right away that he was hurt, there was a nasty wound at the base of his neck and his shirt was soaked in blood.
"Jesus, buddy, what the hell happened to you?" I called out, moving closer toward him. "I don't have much in the way of medical supplies, but I'll help you as best I can."
I probably should have realized that something wasn't right when he didn't say anything. It was almost as if he didn't see me until I spoke out and then he just turned and stared at me.
When I got closer, I could see that his eyes were like the woman I has seen in Iowa, but worse. They were all brown and yellow and misshapen, almost like they were collapsing in on themselves.
His ghastly face made me draw back a step and he came lurching at me, moving with a stiff-legged gait. I fell backwards, tripping over some of my gear and landed with a thud on my butt. As the man continued toward me, he walked right through the fire. Fortunately for me the uneven footing slowed him down and gave me time to scramble over to where the shotgun was resting.
I picked it up but didn't have time to do anything more than shoot from the hip. The shot was almost point blank and caught him square in the chest. The impact lifted him off his feet and sent him sprawling onto his back.
I stood there trying to catch my breath and collect my thoughts when the man sat upright at the waist, like Frankenstein's monster rising up from the slab. Even in the light of my trampled fire I could see his chest cavity was blown open. How the hell did he not die? I'll never know, but my second shot removed most of his face and the back of his head. He fell down again and didn't move after that.
Exhausted but too scared to sleep, I gathered up my things, packed them in the car and headed out, driving in the dark for the first time in days. I'm not sure how long I drove, but I eventually found an abandoned house with a detached garage. I parked inside and made sure the doors to the outside were locked. I slept in my car the rest of the night and into this morning holding my shotgun in my hands.
Along the way, I lost the signal for the Lincoln radio station, but picked up another from Rapid City. Not that it made much difference, it's playing exactly the same thing: Country music and CDC messages.
I made it to Mount Rushmore before sunset and took some time to take in the sights. I'm spending the night in the visitor center. It doesn't look like anyone has been here in a while. It's the first building I've been in that hasn't been looted since this whole mess started.
There's no food to speak of here, but I did see some vending machines I plan to break open before I leave in the morning. I wonder if that's a felony since this is Federal property.
May 18, 2013
I was glad that I had the all-wheel drive today. I'm making my way through Nebraska and I came up on some kind of traffic checkpoint. All the cars were empty and the blocked the road for miles. I had to make my way along the shoulder and ditches.
What I saw was surreal. It looked like people had packed their lives into their cars and then just walked away. I thought about going through some of the cars, but it just didn't seem right and I wouldn't have known where to start. I settled for filling up my tank and reserve cans with some siphoned gas.
At the end of the traffic jam was the checkpoint which was built with sandbags and orange plastic barrels. I stopped to look around, but there was nobody there. I did find a shotgun and some shells in a black army-style humvee. There was also a radio, but it looked like it had been dropped and smashed. I took it, but I don't know if I can fix it.
It's strange, taking that stuff made me nervous; like I might get caught at any minute. But, in a way, I was hoping I would get caught, if only to see another human being. I think the loneliness is starting to get to me. I've caught myself several times reaching for my phone to make a call, even though I haven't had a signal in days.
My only connection to the outside world has been the radio, which is playing country music on a station out of Lincoln. There is no DJ, no station tags, and no commercials. It just plays country music and announcements from the CDC. They seem like pretty general disaster announcements, but there are also directions not to take in strangers. Considering the chick I saw yesterday, I'd say that's a pretty good idea.
The CDC messages also tell people in need of assistance to make their way to Disaster Management Authority shelters. I'm not sure what that is, but it's not any agency I've heard of before. I wonder if they are the ones that burned down my cabin.
Tonight I'm sleeping on the banks of the Niobrara River. It's peaceful here and I've got a few lines in the water. Some fresh fish would be great to along with my canned food. If the fishing's good, I must just stay here for a couple days.
What I saw was surreal. It looked like people had packed their lives into their cars and then just walked away. I thought about going through some of the cars, but it just didn't seem right and I wouldn't have known where to start. I settled for filling up my tank and reserve cans with some siphoned gas.
At the end of the traffic jam was the checkpoint which was built with sandbags and orange plastic barrels. I stopped to look around, but there was nobody there. I did find a shotgun and some shells in a black army-style humvee. There was also a radio, but it looked like it had been dropped and smashed. I took it, but I don't know if I can fix it.
It's strange, taking that stuff made me nervous; like I might get caught at any minute. But, in a way, I was hoping I would get caught, if only to see another human being. I think the loneliness is starting to get to me. I've caught myself several times reaching for my phone to make a call, even though I haven't had a signal in days.
My only connection to the outside world has been the radio, which is playing country music on a station out of Lincoln. There is no DJ, no station tags, and no commercials. It just plays country music and announcements from the CDC. They seem like pretty general disaster announcements, but there are also directions not to take in strangers. Considering the chick I saw yesterday, I'd say that's a pretty good idea.
The CDC messages also tell people in need of assistance to make their way to Disaster Management Authority shelters. I'm not sure what that is, but it's not any agency I've heard of before. I wonder if they are the ones that burned down my cabin.
Tonight I'm sleeping on the banks of the Niobrara River. It's peaceful here and I've got a few lines in the water. Some fresh fish would be great to along with my canned food. If the fishing's good, I must just stay here for a couple days.
May 17, 2014
Things are much worse than I could have ever believed. I saw things today that I am sure will haunt my dreams for years to come. I don't know what to think or do anymore.
Everything started out peaceful enough this morning. Clear blue skies and sunshine almost made me forget what I had been through the last few days. I found a couple of gas cans in the service bay and used a hose to siphon off the tanks of the cars on the lot. None of them had very much, but I was able to fill the tank on the Subaru and have another four gallons in reserve.
By the time I had done that it was almost noon and my stomach was rumbling. I drove around town for a bit, but there were no signs of life anywhere. I finally found a grocery store and decided to try my luck.
Almost every shelf was bare, but there was still enough canned goods to fill a shopping cart. After I had dumped them in the back of the car, I decided to go back and see what kind of first aid kit I could put together. A box of Band-Aids and some Tylenol would be better than what I had. If I had known what I was about to see, I would have been behind the wheel and leaving.
When I got to the health and beauty aisle, I saw two girls, about 17 or 18 years old. It looked like one was trying to do CPR on the other, but the dim light provided from the sunlight coming in through the front windows it was hard to see.
"Hey, what happened?" I asked.
And that's when I saw one of them for the first time. The girl who I thought had been doing CPR spun around to look at me, giving me a better view of the girl on the floor. She was dead; her torso a bloody open wound. Before I had a chance to try to make sense of the situation, the other girl screamed a cry like I had never heard come from a human being. It was a shriek of anger and pain that took me totally by surprise.
When she leaped to her feet and began to chase me I was already running for the door. On my way out I paused long enough to knock over some shopping carts in an effort to slow down the deranged girl closing in behind me. I was in a flat-out sprint when she finally made it through the door.
I fumbled a bit with the ignition, but I was in drive and rolling before she reached me. With her face right beside my window, I got a horrifying view of her in broad daylight.
Her skin was ashy and pale and her lips and gums were purplish black. But the most disturbing thing was her eyes. They looked bloodshot, but worse. The veins in eyes were lumpy and there streaks of rusty brown running through them.
She ran beside be for at least 30 yards, until I was able to get out onto the street and up to speed. She had to be running at least 20 miles per hour. She was still chasing after me when I lost of sight of her in my rear view mirror.
I left Atlantic without stopping and headed generally west by northwest. I haven't got a map of anything other than Missouri, so I'm not even sure exactly where I'm going. Guess I should have paid more attention in geography class.
After what I saw this morning, I have decided to avoid towns if at all possible. I've got enough food to last at least a few days. All I have to do is find some cars to siphon fuel from and I'll be good.
Everything started out peaceful enough this morning. Clear blue skies and sunshine almost made me forget what I had been through the last few days. I found a couple of gas cans in the service bay and used a hose to siphon off the tanks of the cars on the lot. None of them had very much, but I was able to fill the tank on the Subaru and have another four gallons in reserve.
By the time I had done that it was almost noon and my stomach was rumbling. I drove around town for a bit, but there were no signs of life anywhere. I finally found a grocery store and decided to try my luck.
Almost every shelf was bare, but there was still enough canned goods to fill a shopping cart. After I had dumped them in the back of the car, I decided to go back and see what kind of first aid kit I could put together. A box of Band-Aids and some Tylenol would be better than what I had. If I had known what I was about to see, I would have been behind the wheel and leaving.
When I got to the health and beauty aisle, I saw two girls, about 17 or 18 years old. It looked like one was trying to do CPR on the other, but the dim light provided from the sunlight coming in through the front windows it was hard to see.
"Hey, what happened?" I asked.
And that's when I saw one of them for the first time. The girl who I thought had been doing CPR spun around to look at me, giving me a better view of the girl on the floor. She was dead; her torso a bloody open wound. Before I had a chance to try to make sense of the situation, the other girl screamed a cry like I had never heard come from a human being. It was a shriek of anger and pain that took me totally by surprise.
When she leaped to her feet and began to chase me I was already running for the door. On my way out I paused long enough to knock over some shopping carts in an effort to slow down the deranged girl closing in behind me. I was in a flat-out sprint when she finally made it through the door.
I fumbled a bit with the ignition, but I was in drive and rolling before she reached me. With her face right beside my window, I got a horrifying view of her in broad daylight.
Her skin was ashy and pale and her lips and gums were purplish black. But the most disturbing thing was her eyes. They looked bloodshot, but worse. The veins in eyes were lumpy and there streaks of rusty brown running through them.
She ran beside be for at least 30 yards, until I was able to get out onto the street and up to speed. She had to be running at least 20 miles per hour. She was still chasing after me when I lost of sight of her in my rear view mirror.
I left Atlantic without stopping and headed generally west by northwest. I haven't got a map of anything other than Missouri, so I'm not even sure exactly where I'm going. Guess I should have paid more attention in geography class.
After what I saw this morning, I have decided to avoid towns if at all possible. I've got enough food to last at least a few days. All I have to do is find some cars to siphon fuel from and I'll be good.
May 16, 2013
I stole a car today. Or at least I'm going to if no one shows up by morning. After the incident at my cabin yesterday, I was thankful to find that my truck hadn't been discovered. I got the old map out of my glovebox and plotted out a course that would keep me away from any of the CDC's decontamination camps for the time being. If they are part of the group that burned out my cabin, my gut tells me I'm better off on my own for the time being.
I set out at first light this morning, keeping to the back roads. It's surreal that there is no one out moving around. I know I'm in the boondocks out here, but there hasn't been a single person anywhere.
I stopped for gas a few times, but the electrical grid must be down all over. With no power, there was nothing I could do. I managed to find a bit of food and some drinks here and there, but almost every place looked like it had been ransacked well before I got there.
I made it as far north as Atlantic, Iowa and then I decided to call it a day. I'd been driving for almost eight hours and my gas tank was nearly empty. When I couldn't find a working gas station in Atlantic it occurred to me that my truck wasn't going to cut it. Having the 4X4 is nice, but 10 miles per gallon just isn't going to get me anywhere.
I'm holed up for the night in a place called Wyman's, an auto dealership. I've picked out a used Subaru that I'll be taking as a trade for my truck. It's smaller so it should get better gas mileage, but it's still got at least all wheel drive.
I don't know what the roads are going to be like when I get to Montana, so I figure I better be prepared. That's funny. That's what my Facebook "friend" used to say to me. He'd post all these sketchy doomsday scenarios and conspiracy theories and tell me that one day the shit was going to hit the fan.
"You better be prepared, man, cause one day it's going to get real ugly real fast and only the ones that are prepared are going to make it out alive," he wrote to me a few weeks ago.
I can't remember now where he had mentioned he was from other than that it was somewhere in Montana near a college. Where the hell had I even "met" him? I'd never actually seen him in person, we'd been members of one of the same Facebook groups. Must have been for a TV show or something.
Eating the last of my beef jerky today, I didn't feel very prepared. I'm almost out of food and I'm not sure how many days it will take me to get to Montana. Maybe I'm not ready for this. Maybe I should just try to find a CDC camp.
I set out at first light this morning, keeping to the back roads. It's surreal that there is no one out moving around. I know I'm in the boondocks out here, but there hasn't been a single person anywhere.
I stopped for gas a few times, but the electrical grid must be down all over. With no power, there was nothing I could do. I managed to find a bit of food and some drinks here and there, but almost every place looked like it had been ransacked well before I got there.
I made it as far north as Atlantic, Iowa and then I decided to call it a day. I'd been driving for almost eight hours and my gas tank was nearly empty. When I couldn't find a working gas station in Atlantic it occurred to me that my truck wasn't going to cut it. Having the 4X4 is nice, but 10 miles per gallon just isn't going to get me anywhere.
I'm holed up for the night in a place called Wyman's, an auto dealership. I've picked out a used Subaru that I'll be taking as a trade for my truck. It's smaller so it should get better gas mileage, but it's still got at least all wheel drive.
I don't know what the roads are going to be like when I get to Montana, so I figure I better be prepared. That's funny. That's what my Facebook "friend" used to say to me. He'd post all these sketchy doomsday scenarios and conspiracy theories and tell me that one day the shit was going to hit the fan.
"You better be prepared, man, cause one day it's going to get real ugly real fast and only the ones that are prepared are going to make it out alive," he wrote to me a few weeks ago.
I can't remember now where he had mentioned he was from other than that it was somewhere in Montana near a college. Where the hell had I even "met" him? I'd never actually seen him in person, we'd been members of one of the same Facebook groups. Must have been for a TV show or something.
Eating the last of my beef jerky today, I didn't feel very prepared. I'm almost out of food and I'm not sure how many days it will take me to get to Montana. Maybe I'm not ready for this. Maybe I should just try to find a CDC camp.
May 15, 2013
The CDC message changed this morning. They want everyone who is healthy enough to travel to report to "decontamination camps" scattered around the state. The weird thing is they aren't in the metropolitan areas. There wasn't a single listing for Kansas City, St. Louis or Springfield.
I'm also a little leery that most of the locations of these "camps" are National Guard armories. After what I saw yesterday, I'm not sure that someplace full of guns is the place I want to be. I think I'm going to spend the day fishing and lay low for a while longer.
Addendum 5:30 p.m.: Looks like my plans to stay won't be working out after all. A few hours ago I noticed smoke coming from the direction of my cabin. I waited a bit and then circled around to come at it from the far side where there was more tree cover.
I guess I wasn't as good at covering my tracks as I thought. Four men dressed in black BDU-style uniforms were standing around watching while my cabin burned. After a while they pounded a signpost into the ground and headed off on foot back toward the access road.
When I was sure that they were gone, I ran down to the cabin and tried to salvage what I could. I didn't get much. My net worth is now my fishing gear, a small backpack, a blanket, a canteen and few bags of beef jerky.
I'm waiting until sundown to walk to where I hid my truck. If it's still there, I'll have a few more supplies, but otherwise I'm on foot until I can find something else.
Who the hell were those guys anyway? And why would they put a bio-hazard sign in front of my cabin?
I'm also a little leery that most of the locations of these "camps" are National Guard armories. After what I saw yesterday, I'm not sure that someplace full of guns is the place I want to be. I think I'm going to spend the day fishing and lay low for a while longer.
Addendum 5:30 p.m.: Looks like my plans to stay won't be working out after all. A few hours ago I noticed smoke coming from the direction of my cabin. I waited a bit and then circled around to come at it from the far side where there was more tree cover.
I guess I wasn't as good at covering my tracks as I thought. Four men dressed in black BDU-style uniforms were standing around watching while my cabin burned. After a while they pounded a signpost into the ground and headed off on foot back toward the access road.
When I was sure that they were gone, I ran down to the cabin and tried to salvage what I could. I didn't get much. My net worth is now my fishing gear, a small backpack, a blanket, a canteen and few bags of beef jerky.
I'm waiting until sundown to walk to where I hid my truck. If it's still there, I'll have a few more supplies, but otherwise I'm on foot until I can find something else.
Who the hell were those guys anyway? And why would they put a bio-hazard sign in front of my cabin?
May 14, 2013
Something is seriously not right with the world. I headed into Wellington first thing this morning and the place is a ghost town. I mean the place only had about 800 people to start with, but they are all gone. The card reader at the unmanned MFA gas pumps wasn't working, but fortunately the old-style pumps at the Sni Mini Mart were still going. I filled up the truck and picked up some food and water. It felt wrong just taking the stuff, so I put enough cash to cover it behind the counter with a note.
I might have messed up with my next move, but I hope not. Without the vantage point of the river bluff, I couldn't see the Interstate anymore. I decided to head south and have a closer look at things. I had to drive most of the way to Odessa before I could get a clear view of the highway. I parked and climbed a small hill wear I could use my binoculars and scan for signs of life.
What I saw instead was carnage. There is some sort of shopping center just off the interstate and it was in shambles. It looked like the front window of the grocery store had been smashed and another section was burned out.
On the highway itself, there were parked cars, but others looked like they had been through a war. They were peppered with bullet holes and charred. While I was taking all this in, I was almost startled to see a car coming from the west.
Looking through the binoculars, I could see that it was a newer model Mustang and it was going very, very fast. A short distance behind it was a Highway Patrol cruiser. Bringing up the rear was a military style Humvee.
The idea of a police chase on a deserted highway seemed almost comical to me. The fact that the Mustang appeared to be pulling away from his pursuers made it even more humorous to me. I was about to head back to my truck when I heard the sound of an approaching helicopter. I scrambled for what cover I could find and watched in shock as the chopper moved on an path to intercept the speeding car.
Once it was in position, the helicopter opened fire, spraying a stream of bullets into the car. Apparently frightened or injured, the driver lost control and the Mustang spun into the median where it struck the line of safety cables and went into a flipping tumble, turning end over end at least five times.
I was surprised that when the patrol car caught up to the seen it was two uniformed soldiers and not a police officer who stepped out. The soldiers approached the car with the rifles raised and upon seeing movement inside, opened fire.
I took that as my cue to get the hell out of there. I crawled down from the hill sprinted to my truck and headed back the way I had come. It was with a feeling of sinking dread that I noticed the chopper in my rear view mirror.
I cut quickly off the highway and onto the first gravel road I could find. A few moments later I was parked under a canopy of oak trees, praying to God that I wouldn't be seen. I guess all those Sundays weren't wasted, because after a few passes, the chopper veered off and I didn't see it again.
With the coast clear, I headed back to my cabin, taking the long way round to get here. I'm pretty sure I made it back clean, but I have heard the helicopters a few times this evening. I don't know if the Mustang man was wanted for something or if the military is taking a shoot first, shoot some more later approach to things. Either way, I won't be going back to the highway any time soon.
I might have messed up with my next move, but I hope not. Without the vantage point of the river bluff, I couldn't see the Interstate anymore. I decided to head south and have a closer look at things. I had to drive most of the way to Odessa before I could get a clear view of the highway. I parked and climbed a small hill wear I could use my binoculars and scan for signs of life.
What I saw instead was carnage. There is some sort of shopping center just off the interstate and it was in shambles. It looked like the front window of the grocery store had been smashed and another section was burned out.
On the highway itself, there were parked cars, but others looked like they had been through a war. They were peppered with bullet holes and charred. While I was taking all this in, I was almost startled to see a car coming from the west.
Looking through the binoculars, I could see that it was a newer model Mustang and it was going very, very fast. A short distance behind it was a Highway Patrol cruiser. Bringing up the rear was a military style Humvee.
The idea of a police chase on a deserted highway seemed almost comical to me. The fact that the Mustang appeared to be pulling away from his pursuers made it even more humorous to me. I was about to head back to my truck when I heard the sound of an approaching helicopter. I scrambled for what cover I could find and watched in shock as the chopper moved on an path to intercept the speeding car.
Once it was in position, the helicopter opened fire, spraying a stream of bullets into the car. Apparently frightened or injured, the driver lost control and the Mustang spun into the median where it struck the line of safety cables and went into a flipping tumble, turning end over end at least five times.
I was surprised that when the patrol car caught up to the seen it was two uniformed soldiers and not a police officer who stepped out. The soldiers approached the car with the rifles raised and upon seeing movement inside, opened fire.
I took that as my cue to get the hell out of there. I crawled down from the hill sprinted to my truck and headed back the way I had come. It was with a feeling of sinking dread that I noticed the chopper in my rear view mirror.
I cut quickly off the highway and onto the first gravel road I could find. A few moments later I was parked under a canopy of oak trees, praying to God that I wouldn't be seen. I guess all those Sundays weren't wasted, because after a few passes, the chopper veered off and I didn't see it again.
With the coast clear, I headed back to my cabin, taking the long way round to get here. I'm pretty sure I made it back clean, but I have heard the helicopters a few times this evening. I don't know if the Mustang man was wanted for something or if the military is taking a shoot first, shoot some more later approach to things. Either way, I won't be going back to the highway any time soon.
May 13, 2013
I wonder if I still have a job. I was supposed to go to work this morning, but I didn't even try. I did walk down to my truck to grab a few things. I didn't have any cell phone signal down there either. No bars anywhere, it's weird, like the towers are all just gone.
Since I couldn't call in sick, I figured it would be a good day to do a little hunting. I spent most of the morning walking the woods and managed to bag five good sized squirrels. Not a hell of a lot of meat there, but it was better than canned meat any day.
I was tempted to climb the bluff again, but it was too quiet and I was afraid of what I'd see. Or not see. It's a strange feeling. I've been alone in the woods before, but this is different. I feel like I'm alone in the world. I think I'm going to head into town tomorrow, regardless.
Since I couldn't call in sick, I figured it would be a good day to do a little hunting. I spent most of the morning walking the woods and managed to bag five good sized squirrels. Not a hell of a lot of meat there, but it was better than canned meat any day.
I was tempted to climb the bluff again, but it was too quiet and I was afraid of what I'd see. Or not see. It's a strange feeling. I've been alone in the woods before, but this is different. I feel like I'm alone in the world. I think I'm going to head into town tomorrow, regardless.
May 12, 2013
I woke up this morning to the sound of gunfire. It wasn't too close, but close enough. What really bothered me was it sounded to be high powered rounds. Given that it isn't hunting season for anything that would require a big gun like that, I decided to hike back up the bluff before heading into town.
It took me about an hour to get back to my vantage point from yesterday, but the time spent allowed the sun to rise fully and gave me good lighting to see. Believing what I saw was the problem.
After being bumper to bumper last night, the highway was totally deserted. Using my binoculars, I scanned from one horizon to the next and stunned that there was nothing. There is always some traffic on the interstate, so something has to be seriously wrong. But what? I'm off the grid out here and totally blind.
From my cabin, it's a good 30 minute walk back to my truck. I'm debating weather or not to head that direction, as it will put me significantly closer to the main road and whatever is going on out there. For the time being, I'm working on my radio, trying to clean it up and see if I can get it working.
Addendum 7:40 p.m.: Figured out that the problem wasn't with my radio. FM stations are just not broadcasting. I did manage to pick up a signal on the AM side, but it was just a loop from the Department of Homeland Security and the Centers for Disease Control.
Apparently, a flu outbreak is spreading across the U.S. Everyone is supposed to stay home and avoid contact with anyone outside their immediate family. Looks like no run to the store for me.
Note to self: Add Spam cookbook to Amazon wishlist.
It took me about an hour to get back to my vantage point from yesterday, but the time spent allowed the sun to rise fully and gave me good lighting to see. Believing what I saw was the problem.
After being bumper to bumper last night, the highway was totally deserted. Using my binoculars, I scanned from one horizon to the next and stunned that there was nothing. There is always some traffic on the interstate, so something has to be seriously wrong. But what? I'm off the grid out here and totally blind.
From my cabin, it's a good 30 minute walk back to my truck. I'm debating weather or not to head that direction, as it will put me significantly closer to the main road and whatever is going on out there. For the time being, I'm working on my radio, trying to clean it up and see if I can get it working.
Addendum 7:40 p.m.: Figured out that the problem wasn't with my radio. FM stations are just not broadcasting. I did manage to pick up a signal on the AM side, but it was just a loop from the Department of Homeland Security and the Centers for Disease Control.
Apparently, a flu outbreak is spreading across the U.S. Everyone is supposed to stay home and avoid contact with anyone outside their immediate family. Looks like no run to the store for me.
Note to self: Add Spam cookbook to Amazon wishlist.
May 11, 2013
I'm not sure what the hell is going on, but I'm beginning to think that crazy son of a bitch was on to something. All day long I could hear helicopters flying all around. They seemed to be going in every direction.
I finally got curious and left the riverbank. It was a tough climb to get up the bluff, but it gave me a pretty good view of the interstate in the distance. It looked like everyone with a car was trying to get out of Kansas City. Eastbound traffic was bumper to bumper and the only things moving west were a few National Guard trucks.
I watched for about an hour, long enough to see that the helicopters flying around were military. At one point I thought I saw a news crew flying toward me, but that chopper was turned back and given an escort when it left. I decided to head back to my trailer early enough to make it back before dark.
I don't have any television out here and my radio must be broken, nothing but static across the dial.
I think I'll head into town in the morning and see what's what.
I finally got curious and left the riverbank. It was a tough climb to get up the bluff, but it gave me a pretty good view of the interstate in the distance. It looked like everyone with a car was trying to get out of Kansas City. Eastbound traffic was bumper to bumper and the only things moving west were a few National Guard trucks.
I watched for about an hour, long enough to see that the helicopters flying around were military. At one point I thought I saw a news crew flying toward me, but that chopper was turned back and given an escort when it left. I decided to head back to my trailer early enough to make it back before dark.
I don't have any television out here and my radio must be broken, nothing but static across the dial.
I think I'll head into town in the morning and see what's what.
May 10, 2013
Got a strange message from an online acquaintance today. He's not usually one to get excited, but he was adamant that I get out of town today and find someplace to lay low. It's been a while since I visited my hunting cabin, so I'm spending the weekend here.
I'm about 30 miles from anywhere, surrounded by trees and squirrels. I'm hoping the fish are biting in the morning, or I'll be raiding the cupboards.
Note to self: Pack better variety of canned food next time. Spam and Chef Boyardee are going to get old fast.
I'm about 30 miles from anywhere, surrounded by trees and squirrels. I'm hoping the fish are biting in the morning, or I'll be raiding the cupboards.
Note to self: Pack better variety of canned food next time. Spam and Chef Boyardee are going to get old fast.
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