on the streets of ol' Nixbank
- Seems like only yesterday, these streets were calm and familiar. The
completly sane population carried on with their completly sane lives.
Everyone has lost their minds, now, one way or the other. Half the
city is chewing on their coatsleeves or potato-paste wallpaper or
moldy but neatly formed bread loaves for sustanance. The other
half,... brains, sinew, bone marrow.
Im here to pound out the insanity, plain and simple. I woke up the
other day, on the street, with a taste in my mouth that I couldnt
place. My gun is gone. My unit is probably all dead. Im running
south now, hopefully to permanant shelter. As I jog, then sprint,
then jog along the grey, forgotten streets, I pass barricaded
buildings. Sometimes lights are on, but mostly I just see shadows in
the cracks in the barricades. Eyes peak through with suspicion and
The city seems to get bleaker and bleaker as I move. My limbs are
screaming for rest, food, water...
I recognize, coming up on a large commercial plaza, the hospital where
my daughter was born, the dance club where I met my wife. My only
hope is that they're alive,... and out of town.