Blessed are the Peacemakers...for they are the ones puttin' those rotting bastards down.

The generators back up after a very long absence. I hope all of you are well and you are keeping the spark of humanity from being extinguished. This war will be long, and likely will be passed to our children and our children's children, but fear not. Fear not, humanity will no pass into the darkness. Fear is the greatest weapon they have against us, not numbers, not the fact they never tire. They are winning because we are letting them, we must rise up and cleanse them from our homes and…

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I often wonder what life would have held if the dead had not of risen. I know that those musings are just that, musings. Life has drastically and fundementally changed for whats left of the human race. I have tried to give the most accurate account of what I have seen and done. I know that it is far from complete and I doubt it will ever be read. I doubt that it will change the world, win a Pultizer, be filed in a safe place in the…

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After man quarells within our band and with a few new memebers we have laid down a formal code of conduct for our settlement near Davis Lake, dubbed by Mr. Jackson, Fort Defiance.

They are as follows:



1) Never Travel alone*



2) Never travel at night*



3) Never go anywhere without a weapon*



4) Everyone works**



5) Children under the age of 13 are to go to school for 4 hours a day, then… Continue

Its been nearly a year since all this shit started. As I sit tonight and listen to the muffled breathing of those fortunate enough to survive I take stock of what we have lost and what we have managed to win, where we have been, what we have done.



If everything was still the same as it was, I would be off at Central Washington University, probably at a party tonight or something equally as frivolous. But instead Im in the woods, in the cold with several other people, my new family. I… Continue

We set out for town today. Andrew, Casey and I left around dawn and made out way through the dark, cool woods to US 2, our route back into the Valley of Death. The morning was calm, birds sang and we saw a few deer as we treked down the highway, passing rusted hulks of old cars and skeletons of those who didnt make it out of them. You could see some of the cars had been burned, where as others were just abandoned and left to the elements. New plants… Continue