Chapter 16:
Emma Morgan
Time: 0800 CST / 1400 GMT
Location: CLASSIFIED
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Chapter 15: Sobal, Jackie
Chapter 15
Lt. Jacqueline Sobal, USMC
Day: E-Day+3
Time: 1730 EST/ 1810 GMT
Lt. Jaqueline Sobal was one of the last of the survivors to get a tray of food. As far as she knew, only Major Thompson had yet to take a portion of the Christmas Dinner feast that had been scavenged from the small food court in the airport terminal. The two of them had gone through every document they could find on her tablet computer, on their small shelf of manuals, or on what defense networks they could log into. She had hoped that the Major would have had clearance for something unique, some hidden orders for the end of the world or the like. If he did, he was not sharing with her or the rest of the crew.
She took another bite of the burger Lefty had made for her. It felt weird to let an enlisted cook for her. It ran counter to all of the Marine traditions, but every effort to relieve Lefty of the cooking duties had been met with a smile and an insistence that he needed a chance to relax and grill. While she had waited, he had regaled her with the stories of his mother's homemade Tamales and how bittersweet every Christmas was since she had passed. His sister, apparently, had never learned the art, and thus the tradition had died with their mother. Jackie still would like to take a turn at the grill, but if this was Lefty's idea of down time, she would grant it. She and Gunny had eaten in silence, sharing one of the tables near the windows overlooking the tarmac. Any survivors of the first clouds must have taken refuge in a shelter nearby, a shelter that had not proven sufficient.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Chapter 14: I Survived - A Documentary
Chapter 14
Excerpt from "I Survived - A Documentary about the End of Days"
Day: E-Day+1820 - 5 years after the End of Days
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Chapter 13: O'Dwyer, Mags
Chapter 13:
Trooper Mags "Spice" O'Dwyer
Day: E-Day+3Time: 1912 CST / 0112 GMT
Location: CLASSIFIED
The edges of the masking tape were worn and peeling away from the metal locker door. Tight print declared this her space, the name "Spice" displayed in black permanent marker. Trooper Mags O'Dwyer ran her finger over the end of the tape strip pressing it back into the black door as she had done so many times before. As she pulled her finger away, the tape coiled back as it always did. She shook her head, tugged up the towel around herself with one hand, and opened the locker with the other.
Her black combat uniform hung neatly inside, along with the flack vest, and other components. She reached up to the top shelf to snag a clean sports bra and panties. She had hung up her towel on the corner of the door and started to slide into her underwear when a male voice called over the locker wall.
"Hey, Spice, you know if this is another drill?" That would be Colt.
"I swear it's not," another voice called back. Mags grinned.
"Probie's right," she answered, loud enough to be heard over the lockers. "I saw the req sheets on my way through from the gym. We're shipping out to somewhere."
"I don't know," Colt called back again.
“Team Able shipped out, for real, a couple of hours ago,” Mags noted, her voice still raised. “Some big-wig Watcher found a problem with one of the light houses and needed an escort out to see what it was. I'm pretty that we're past the point of drills."
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Chapter 12: Mission Briefing
Chapter 12:
Mission Briefing
Time: 1940 CST/ 0140 GMT
Broadcast Location: CLASSIFIED
Received Location: Bastion Combat Air Transport (CAT) Green-3, somewhere over southern Wisconsin
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