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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 4, 2012 13:15:04 GMT 1
4 December 2012
We calculated our food supplies and found out we have around one more month worth of food. Two if we ration it more along the six of us. They stare at me now, one useless mouth to feed. I’m no astronaut, just a filthy tourist stuck with them until the food runs out, or the oxygen…or both. It’s been six days since Houston ceased all contact. We pick up the same repeating, recorded message from China the Tiangong station told us about yesterday. One of us keeps hoping NASA will send a shuttle to pick us up, or even Russia. I know they wont. The Earth belongs to the dead, where my beautiful Rachel is one of them now. Humanity is gone, and we are all what’s left.
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 5, 2012 5:35:05 GMT 1
I like that one, Gorvar.
I was asked to come up with a bio for Henry for the rescue. This wasn't the one I submitted, but it is along the same lines.
4 December 2012
Henry was done for. He was sure of it as he stood on the cold concrete floor of the shelter that had become a prison. It had been months since he had seen that familiar face, and days since the shelter's vet told his staff that this dog needed a miracle, and it wouldn't happen here. Budget cuts, he said. So he was back in his cell. The infection was worse and there wasn't much point in hanging on. Then he saw the green Chucks and a black-clad woman holding a leash. "Hey, bud. Let's get you home."
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 5, 2012 11:15:33 GMT 1
Awww....best 100 words ever in regards to rescue dog stories.
5 December 2012
Karl killed himself last night, knife to the throat. At 11 pm we picked up a radio transmission from what is left of the EU which authorized the US for nuclear arms to be used on the cities of Berlin, Antwerp and Calais. We saw the three missiles, mere bright specks to our eyes, fly past us and went down toward the European continent. For five minutes three dots on the planet shined so brightly I almost thought they were stars. We believe Karl’s family must’ve been in Berlin, or he just gave up hope. We send his body out of the airlock and stared as it floated off into the cold, dark of space. For a moment I swore I saw him move….
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 5, 2012 22:59:00 GMT 1
I planned on working on my story today, but I ended up taking a cue from my dogs and napped for most of the day instead. 5 December 2012 It was hard not to bring home more dogs with me when I picked up the one whose name would become Henry. There were two pit bull mixes in particular who wore perpetual smiles and were so eager to meet... anybody. I knew that there were about 1100 animals coming into the shelter every day. Of those, maybe half would be lucky to get out alive. I hope that Gigi and Pippen are among the lucky ones. Pippen and GigiLet them be lucky, let them be loved, there are so many dogs who never get to prove their worth that shouldn't have to in the first place. Despair would crush me if I let it whenever I'm there.
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 6, 2012 8:06:39 GMT 1
I really thought we had turned the corner today. Then this happened.
6 December 2012
For every step forward.... I've been sitting up for a while with Henry after he coughed up bloody phlegm this evening. I don't know what caused it. I know that the shelter was supposed to treat him for an upper respiratory infection (who knows if they did) when he arrived. Maybe it's related to the heartworms. Maybe not. If it is, his chances of survival are lower than ever before. Why can't people take care of their animals? I tried to tell him he's just not allowed to die on me as a joke, but I cried instead. Please...please....
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 6, 2012 10:36:57 GMT 1
Hang in there Chantress, i;m sure Henry wil maske it out just fine. Have a little faith.
6 December 2012
I dont know if I have gone insane. Shortly after Karl’s funeral we received a message from the Russian Federal Space Agency that they will attempt to send out two shuttles to pick us up and the Chinese of Tiangong. They claim Russia has had an easier time repelling the living dead then other nations due to it’s colder climate and have the resources to mount one attempt to get us out. Everyone was ecstatic, I even caught Chalmers and Richards having sex in the Leonardo Cargo bay. They both hated each other before the launch, before this started. But why am I not feeling anything? I don’t feel Hope I might see Rachel again, no fear that the attempt might fail, no suspicion why the RFSA would help us. Am I still human?
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Dec 6, 2012 11:36:01 GMT 1
I really thought we had turned the corner today. Then this happened. 6 December 2012 For every step forward.... I've been sitting up for a while with Henry after he coughed up bloody phlegm this evening. I don't know what caused it. I know that the shelter was supposed to treat him for an upper respiratory infection (who knows if they did) when he arrived. Maybe it's related to the heartworms. Maybe not. If it is, his chances of survival are lower than ever before. Why can't people take care of their animals? I tried to tell him he's just not allowed to die on me as a joke, but I cried instead. Please... please.... I really hope Henry will be ok... he's too cute to be suffering like that, it just doesn't seem fair.
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 6, 2012 15:36:58 GMT 1
He coughed up what we call a "sand burr" early this morning (they are nasty, evil multi-thorned balls of pain). Judging from its condition when he coughed it up, it had to be somewhere in his respiratory tract for a while. It wouldn't surprise me if that was the cause of the upper respiratory infection he was diagnosed with in the first place. These things can get stuck in paws, and dogs will remove them with their teeth and sometimes try to eat them. This one must have just gone down the "wrong pipe". That's a frigging relief. I told him he's not allowed to do that again.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 7, 2012 12:03:22 GMT 1
7 December 2012
It;s offical, they will pick us up in a week. The Russians secured a launch site and fortified it against the undead. It;s in the middle of nowhere so no horde of them would come running when the shuttle lifts off. We found a couple of bags of champagne which we drank as a celibration. Chalmers contacted the Chinese who also seemed to be celibrating on their end. Tommorow we'll prepare the final calculations. O'Neil and the Chinese commander, Hu Zhin I think his name was, are both suspcious though. I found O'Neil spending a lot of time in the Kibō lab despite the fact all experiments are put on hold....
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 8, 2012 6:02:53 GMT 1
I did an assessment this afternoon for a Great Pyrenees mix who one shelter worker and a potential foster mom deemed aggressive and suggested having her put down. I got in touch with another shelter employee who let me prove them wrong. Without turning this into a "how-to", the best thing to remember with a timid dog is that you cannot move slowly enough around them. Anyway, I proved them wrong, as "Baby" (who I renamed Layla) is going into foster care this weekend, and not the gas chamber.
7 December 2012
Panicked little thing with eyes that only knew fleeting moments of kindness. Two-leggeds were terrifying, and one of them was sent to assess her, to see if she could survive in a world full of those monsters. Monsters who spoke in odd pitches and grunts and moved too fast towards her every time. This one slowed. Leaned against a wall. Layla sniffed her, smelled other dogs: one sick, the other happy. This monster was different. Layla inched her way forward, close as she would dare. Touched the monster's shoulder. Warm furry flesh on the arm. Human. She seemed kind.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 8, 2012 14:35:37 GMT 1
8 December 2012
The Russians are sending us what Intel they can. The US has nearly gone completely dark save for some Major Cities on the West-Coast and the North where the government is hiding in Alaska. My hope is that Rachel left Canaveral and went north though the chances are she and our unborn child are wandering those corridors along with the other dead now. Canada is in contact with us now and then and like Russia they seem to have used the cold against the hordes. Europe is a warzone still; nobody knows what's going on there except for flashes of radio messages in French and German. The Northern European nations are fighting off the horde as well, but Iceland offered Keflavík International Airport as our landing strip back home. My suspicion grows every day. Russia, Europe and what’s left of the US are spending all their energy to get twel…no elven people home, five of them Chinese. Why? I believe the Kibō lab is the answer…
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 9, 2012 5:57:13 GMT 1
8 December 2012 'We have to move the children. They're infected.' We're in the morgue, antiseptic white walls, soundproofed to keep our screams from reaching out to others like thin strands of parasites, branching out to infect others with our fear and keep our lives flashing and fluid for moments longer than they wanted to keep us. "Cut it off! Cut it out right now!" the commander cries above the din but there's no central plan of attack. Find walls, push past them, keep running do not fall down. Survival will not happen on this continent. Too much panic around.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 9, 2012 9:19:46 GMT 1
You stealin' ma thunder there Chantress?
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 9, 2012 12:41:00 GMT 1
I swear, I wasn't trying to. I came home from a long day at work, popped my sedative, and hallucinated while I wrote that.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 9, 2012 12:44:58 GMT 1
Hmmm....still giving you a karma point.
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