Monster Mayhem - Monsanto Made Misery in Ms - Medical Maladies and Moral Monitors
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Monsanto dropped the whole world right off in it. The resulting monsters and social breakdown coupled with Martial law on the same kind of steroids the seeds were on, has brought about near apocalyptic conditions in places. Latest rumors state conditions in "FEMA" camps rival those not seen since the days of pre Civil War America. "Re-education Sub Centers" are reported to be hell on earth.
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Blog Post: Out of Vicksburg, Mississippi 3-29-17
Re: Suffering Under Siege - Exchange Proposal
a.k.a Becka James
Things are very tense here in the tunnels. If it's not enough that monsters walk above, some people might die below. The short of it is, guys and gals, we’re running out of Insulin. We have 12 people that can’t live without it.
The Mighty Mississippi
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It’s not a today type of situation, anymore. Thank God for Derril. That man turns out to be smarter every day. Don't tell him I said it, but he’s a born leader and has kept us going. Derril just kind of naturally assumed the role I guess you could say. He’s probably the reason we are still alive.
He’s smart enough to know he can’t do it all, so he’s divided people into loose groups for various tasks that have to be done. He’s good at putting the right person on the right job. The local boys he picked to stock up on meat brought in more "fresh game" than we can store.
If you've never had it, alligator is a challenge to even the best culinary artist. Lucky, we have a few of those. The snake is really good!
As you can see, he put me on communications, among other things. I’m not sure that was such a good move, but there it is.
No surrender - The South lives.
Back in the beginning...
When people first started coming here to the tunnels, Derril’s idea, they brought what they could. After the spiders ate Vicksburg proper, some folks proposed that we garner some supplies. Derril, being a police office before all this mess hit, wasn’t about to support looting.
At the same time, he’s a local boy, himself. He isn’t stupid. He knew there was no way so many people could survive without more than what we had on hand.
Imagine him ten times bigger. Welcome to America 2017.
We really did try to prepare.
Early on Derril sent in small squads to get supplies like water, food, ammunition, and blankets, but only things that could not be done without.
He sent many a local boy home with a group of guys to get everything they could carry from the homes of everyone here, deceased relatives of those here too. Way too many of them. Those home missions got us semi well stocked on luxury items like electronics and some of the finer comforts of home, not to mention weapons out the ying yang. Southern boys love their toys.
Since, there is a most disgusting display of mutant snake head trophies, via Clive Owen, a few monster alligators, and one mega snake as a result of these little forage for supply missions. Redneck ambiance. What’s a monster apocalypse girl to do? I digress.
Moral Monitors - not your friends
Moral Monitors make things sticky.
Derril was smart enough to have the local hospitals hit. We have Insulin stored now, Thank God. The problem is it’s going to run out in a few months. There is no more in town that we know of and from what we can gather, Jackson is a no go due to the “Moral Monitors.” People in Jackson, from what I hear, won’t even look up because if they do they get hauled away. Rumors of FEMA concentration camps are rampant. They aren't pretty to say the least. I hope they are exaggerated. What happened America?
Travel is a risky business these days.
Derril said we can't risk sending anyone to Jackson. There are occasional patrols seen around here. Guys in Jeeps with Moral Monitor uniforms on. So far, thank God, our guys have been able to slip around or hide from them. The only communication we get is from the stragglers that arrive sporadically, some alone, most in small groups. Ironically, looking to pick up stragglers seems to be why the Moral Morons are here too.
The only thing the news says, when you can get it, is to "come to the "Shelters" for help". We all know "Shelter" means camp.
Shirley Booth, who came in a few days ago, said she saw three kids in one of those jeeps that looked half starved and scared out of their minds. I can only imagine they were being carted off to the camp.
God be with them.
Southern hospitality at its finest, considering.
Come one, come all, if you still hear freedom's call.
We would really welcome anyone that could bring some Insulin, the more the better. We need a real doctor, too. Diane and Terrie do a fine job. Both were nurses before the country went to hell in a hand-basket, but we still would warmly welcome anyone with medical knowledge.
Not long ago we would have offered to pay you. Of course, we gladly still will if that’s what you want. If you would rather find a semi safe place, with like minded, free Americans that’s thus far not plagued with Moral Monitors, this could be home. Everybody eats. We have food, shelter, and security. We work together. It would just be great if somehow, someone saw this and managed to get some Insulin and a doctor in. But, more importantly mind you, everyone is welcome.
Who are you? Where are you?
It’s so weird.
I feel like I’m getting to know you and you are no more than some anonymous person or persons that I don’t know out in cyberspace somewhere. Or, maybe you are this box. I’m not sure. Whoever or whatever you are, seems I’ve begun talking to you like a friend. There I go digressing again. Vicksburg is still kicking even if it is underground. Come one, come all.
God bless what’s left of our free America,
Belladonna a.k.a. Becka James
P.S. What happened to the boy banger?
@ Geek Sleek, please update. Inquiring minds want to know you're OK.
FEMA Centers built across America, stocked and staffed.
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Champ says stay safe Americas
Short and sweet;
Joey, Champ and myself are cold, wet, and bone tired. It's been a rough stretch of days, but we are alive. We have each other.
Stay safe Americans. Take care of one another.
Hold your own and help when you can.
Your brothers in Christ,
Jonathan Simone, Joey and Champ
Will Becka's beckoning be bountiful?
Will the boy banger ever be back?
Will America ever be better?
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