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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:01 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 7:58 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 10:24 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 7:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 12:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 4:13 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 10:57 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:48 pm
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Mark was walking through the forest quickly and quietly, taking careful note of any landmarks. Nearing the end of the circuit He noticed a small run down looking shack conspicuously out of place. Edging slowly closer and weary of possible ambush Mark held his machete at the ready and proceeded. Reaching the door Mark turned the handle and pulled, unsurprisingly it was locked. Though it was a crude deadbolt not meant to keep out anything with half a brain. Sliding his Machete point into the slot and turning the bolt gave resistance and with a slight grating sound gave way. Opening the the Door quietly Mark stepped into a modern looking bunker cleverly hidden from the outside. Flicking a light switch and hardly expecting much Mark was surprised to find they came right on. Following the wires Mark traced them to a stack of wired up submarine batteries connected to a solar array hidden under the fake eaves of the shack covering.
It was then he saw the note adhered to the table. It was encased in solid wax, Breaking it open it was also inside several sandwich bags. Opening the mysterious letter it read,
To whom ever may find this,
Hi there my name is Cody or was, because if your reading this I am already gone. I'll go more into this later, but for now let me tell you a story. As I said my name was Cody and I lived a good life. Had a wife and a son. My wife bless her soul was a nurse for many years and was called into service when the outbreaks started. She was bitten shortly after, that was the last time I heard from her. Myself, I was a doctor, and frankly I ignored the calls for me to come help the overwhelmed hospitals. I knew what was going on. My son Bless his soul was in the US army when the started, I haven't heard from him in over a year. I naturally assume the worst, that is why I am writing this. I am old, 68 to be exact and the years are wearing on me. This place is stockpiled with almost anything you could possibly need. With nothing more to live for I will just have to end it shortly after finishing this note. The walls press down on me and I find myself drifting off into happier thoughts. With this said I hereby give you, the person reading this note the right to take whatever you need from here the safe combination is 29-19-5-7-17-12-2, yes that's 7 numbers total. Inside is the remaining 53,000 dollars from my savings for whatever good it may do now. My wife's jewelery is there too, Along with the keys to my old Suburban SUV. If your looking for me don't bother. I'm going to find a quiet place and end it with my trusty old shotgun. The SUV is parked out behind the shack in a outcropping its covered in a camouflaged tarp so you'll have to be sharp to spot it.
Finishing the note Mark looked inside the envelope to find a picture. A man in his late fifties strongly built with soft eyes, a fragile looking older woman at around the same age with a kind smile. And a man in his late twenties all dressed up for combat patting his mother hand as she saw him off. Moving down the stairs Mark located a medical cabinet stocked better than most hospitals he'd been too, and pulled a couple of bottles of Morphine and two blank syringes from the cabinet. He then moved to the side and grabbed a full body stretcher and a pair of crutches. Tucking the note into his pocket Mark closed the heavy front door and sprinted back to the camp to tell the others about the incredible find. Upon arriving to camp Mark sputtered out between breaths about the bunker and the medical supplies therein. Handing the Morphine to Shane Mark told him to get Nilla stabilized for transport and brandished the stretcher. Moving over to Rayde Mark placed the crutches next to her. "Here so you can move around. I can carry your bags so you can keep up."
(hope this gets the ball rolling again for our little group)
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 1:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 3:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 3:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 4:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 4:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 5:55 pm
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