The Shallow Diary, Day 17
JUNE 5th-
Most recently I have been traveling with a large caravan. We have been skirting the larger cities, and being protected by a group called the Outside Mark. The Outside Mark, a reference to the distinct "O" shaped, bruise colored tattoo encircling each members left eye, are a former S.W.A.T. unit out of Southern California. They use to be 28 strong, but number an even dozen now. They survived being captured and tortured by the Invaders early on, the twelve are what finally escaped. Seeing what had become of the world, they at first were going to take up arms and attack the Invaders, but seeing that a more crucial job was needed, they became protectors and guardians. Ferrying groups large and small to the few safe zones left. After the chaos of the initial attacks, the regrouping of survivors will be a key component of eventually striking back.
JUNE 5th-
Most recently I have been traveling with a large caravan. We have been skirting the larger cities, and being protected by a group called the Outside Mark. The Outside Mark, a reference to the distinct "O" shaped, bruise colored tattoo encircling each members left eye, are a former S.W.A.T. unit out of Southern California. They use to be 28 strong, but number an even dozen now. They survived being captured and tortured by the Invaders early on, the twelve are what finally escaped. Seeing what had become of the world, they at first were going to take up arms and attack the Invaders, but seeing that a more crucial job was needed, they became protectors and guardians. Ferrying groups large and small to the few safe zones left. After the chaos of the initial attacks, the regrouping of survivors will be a key component of eventually striking back.
The Shallow Diary, Day 16
JUNE 4th-
The Sunrise Tribe, a large group of Invader worshipers. Zealots, spreading propaganda to the masses still alive. They try and reassure you that all is well, and all will soon be better than it was. They feed on the downtrodden and those with no hope left. Rumors have circulated, until the Ponys confirm it I have my doubts, that the Sun Tribe are trying to ingratiate themselves with the Invaders in hopes of getting closer to them, to actually take them down. My doubts about this come from many things I have heard and actually seen. One incident I recall, happened recently. The group I was traveling with, The Outside Mark, saw a large contingent of Sun Tribe surrounding a small group of Strays, at least half dozen. The Strays had been stripped naked and were being tagged with collars & stuffed into large black bags. The Outside Mark and I would have stepped in, but the Tribes numbers were nearly triple our small group, and the food we carried was far to important. After the Strays were tagged and bagged, some sort of beacon was turned on, and we heard the distinctive sound of WorBlurs coming, we hightailed it outta there.
JUNE 4th-
The Sunrise Tribe, a large group of Invader worshipers. Zealots, spreading propaganda to the masses still alive. They try and reassure you that all is well, and all will soon be better than it was. They feed on the downtrodden and those with no hope left. Rumors have circulated, until the Ponys confirm it I have my doubts, that the Sun Tribe are trying to ingratiate themselves with the Invaders in hopes of getting closer to them, to actually take them down. My doubts about this come from many things I have heard and actually seen. One incident I recall, happened recently. The group I was traveling with, The Outside Mark, saw a large contingent of Sun Tribe surrounding a small group of Strays, at least half dozen. The Strays had been stripped naked and were being tagged with collars & stuffed into large black bags. The Outside Mark and I would have stepped in, but the Tribes numbers were nearly triple our small group, and the food we carried was far to important. After the Strays were tagged and bagged, some sort of beacon was turned on, and we heard the distinctive sound of WorBlurs coming, we hightailed it outta there.
The Shallow Diary, Day 15
JUNE 3rd-
The Express Ponys, a rag tag group of independent intelligence and security specialists. They saw what was happening before anyone, since it was their job to. Through their shared connections with governments and the private sector, all over the world, they were in the perfect spot to disseminate the info normal folk would need. Most governments had to follow protocol about what info was released and to whom, especially in light of the news that there were moles and leaks galore happening. Taking up the mantra of the original Pony Express, "The Mail Must Get Through", and repurposing it for themselves, "The Information Must get Through", the Express Ponys were in business to help anyone they could find, neither snow, nor rain, nor heat or even the dread of night will keep the Express Ponys from getting their messages out.
JUNE 3rd-
The Express Ponys, a rag tag group of independent intelligence and security specialists. They saw what was happening before anyone, since it was their job to. Through their shared connections with governments and the private sector, all over the world, they were in the perfect spot to disseminate the info normal folk would need. Most governments had to follow protocol about what info was released and to whom, especially in light of the news that there were moles and leaks galore happening. Taking up the mantra of the original Pony Express, "The Mail Must Get Through", and repurposing it for themselves, "The Information Must get Through", the Express Ponys were in business to help anyone they could find, neither snow, nor rain, nor heat or even the dread of night will keep the Express Ponys from getting their messages out.
The Shallow Diary, Day 14
JUNE 2nd-
I remember, after the initial attack, back when we all thought that a response from our side was forthcoming, we waited. Hiding in our basements, in our homes, in our cities, towns, neighborhoods, everywhere was an inhaled breath, waiting to exhale. I believe quite a few places are still waiting. For most though, as soon as the power started being redirected from our homes, and the new buildings on the horizon started lighting up, we knew there would be no response.Not really knowing what was happening, since the attack came from out of the blue, news was spotty early on, because whatever happened, happened globally, taking tv, radio and the internet off line immediately. We were cut off, at least until the Express Ponys appeared with news. Soon after, we grabbed what we could, with whomever was with us at the time, and fled.
JUNE 2nd-
I remember, after the initial attack, back when we all thought that a response from our side was forthcoming, we waited. Hiding in our basements, in our homes, in our cities, towns, neighborhoods, everywhere was an inhaled breath, waiting to exhale. I believe quite a few places are still waiting. For most though, as soon as the power started being redirected from our homes, and the new buildings on the horizon started lighting up, we knew there would be no response.Not really knowing what was happening, since the attack came from out of the blue, news was spotty early on, because whatever happened, happened globally, taking tv, radio and the internet off line immediately. We were cut off, at least until the Express Ponys appeared with news. Soon after, we grabbed what we could, with whomever was with us at the time, and fled.
The Shallow Diary, Day 13
JUNE 1st-
The sky covered in the haze of memory, Our cities a thing of the past. We are all alone together, for however long it lasts. The time we had feels wasted, Our hubris knew no bounds. Now we are afraid of every shadow, frightened by every sound. The future lay ahead of us, The uncertainty of surviving for long. We must raise our heads from our chests, and let our courage and hope make us strong.
JUNE 1st-
The sky covered in the haze of memory, Our cities a thing of the past. We are all alone together, for however long it lasts. The time we had feels wasted, Our hubris knew no bounds. Now we are afraid of every shadow, frightened by every sound. The future lay ahead of us, The uncertainty of surviving for long. We must raise our heads from our chests, and let our courage and hope make us strong.
The Shallow Diary, Day 11 & 12
MAY 30th/31st-
The Silents roam alone, a loose collective of solitary observers. They crawl through teh wreckage of our former glory, seeking whatever it is they seek. In the day time they, like anyone else, look disheveled and beat down. Yet at night, they can sometimes be seen performing tasks, tasks that look military in nature. Hiding in shadows, taking pictures, looking through binoculars, and other recon like actions. Are they a group of soldiers looking to strike back, their broken pride wanting to atone for past mistakes, or do they take orders somehow, from an unseen leader. Who could that leader be, and do they have a plan?
MAY 30th/31st-
The Silents roam alone, a loose collective of solitary observers. They crawl through teh wreckage of our former glory, seeking whatever it is they seek. In the day time they, like anyone else, look disheveled and beat down. Yet at night, they can sometimes be seen performing tasks, tasks that look military in nature. Hiding in shadows, taking pictures, looking through binoculars, and other recon like actions. Are they a group of soldiers looking to strike back, their broken pride wanting to atone for past mistakes, or do they take orders somehow, from an unseen leader. Who could that leader be, and do they have a plan?
The Shallow Diary, Day 10
MAY 29th-
At night, it's quiet, so very quiet. The silence engulfs you, embraces your thoughts, drives you ever more quickly mad. In the country sides and rural areas, the silence at least can be alleviated by the few insects and animals left. The cities however, contain a silence that goes beyond the absence of noise. It's as if every sound around you has been shunted out of existence, but only at night. Roaming one of the bigger cities at night, alone, is never wise. That is when the Tithe Collectors come out, as quiet as a grave they are. Seeking out anyone who was crazy enough to think they are free to do as they please. The Collectors make such people pay, silently.
MAY 29th-
At night, it's quiet, so very quiet. The silence engulfs you, embraces your thoughts, drives you ever more quickly mad. In the country sides and rural areas, the silence at least can be alleviated by the few insects and animals left. The cities however, contain a silence that goes beyond the absence of noise. It's as if every sound around you has been shunted out of existence, but only at night. Roaming one of the bigger cities at night, alone, is never wise. That is when the Tithe Collectors come out, as quiet as a grave they are. Seeking out anyone who was crazy enough to think they are free to do as they please. The Collectors make such people pay, silently.
The Shallow Diary, Day 9
MAY 28th-
Does it require the blood of innocence, or merely the blood of any unwilling passerby, to make it run. The Great Gear Room grinds all, all that have outlived any usefulness. This massive structure is the shape of an unassuming dark blue box, no windows, no doors, no windows, nothing. The sound reverberates through your very being. A continuous, monotonous, machine, with no clear purpose. Its main job, it seems, to merely be. The only evidence of weakness, a collection of used gears, creating a mountain of metal, most covered in blood, though the rain washes that away.
MAY 28th-
Does it require the blood of innocence, or merely the blood of any unwilling passerby, to make it run. The Great Gear Room grinds all, all that have outlived any usefulness. This massive structure is the shape of an unassuming dark blue box, no windows, no doors, no windows, nothing. The sound reverberates through your very being. A continuous, monotonous, machine, with no clear purpose. Its main job, it seems, to merely be. The only evidence of weakness, a collection of used gears, creating a mountain of metal, most covered in blood, though the rain washes that away.
The Shallow Diary, Day 8
MAY 27th-
In the distance, past the bombed out storefronts, and demolished buildlings, the White Towers stand. They stand, ever vigilant, rising high into the sky, blotting out the sun. A glistening aura of terror surrounds such an angelic facade. What kind of worship belongs in such a place, the cries of the devout or the defiled cascade from the inner corridors. Those that have caught a glimpse inside, have very little to say, other than whispers about the Blood dripping from the walls, and walls that seem to pulsate, or breathe.
MAY 27th-
In the distance, past the bombed out storefronts, and demolished buildlings, the White Towers stand. They stand, ever vigilant, rising high into the sky, blotting out the sun. A glistening aura of terror surrounds such an angelic facade. What kind of worship belongs in such a place, the cries of the devout or the defiled cascade from the inner corridors. Those that have caught a glimpse inside, have very little to say, other than whispers about the Blood dripping from the walls, and walls that seem to pulsate, or breathe.
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