Script from transmission 64-104. 2011.09.12

From Trebor to (SSG) Spencer Kennedy

Spencer? Spencer are you still there? I wanted to see if you were still alive. I.. I had to go dark. Got overran and was pursued. I didn't secure an area until now. I'm sorry that we haven't kept contact. I hope you are alright. Keep safe. Trebor, out.

From (SSG) Spencer Kennedy to Trebor
 
I this real???... *heavy breathing*.... is there still someone out there?  Please tell me Im not dreaming... please tell me the voices arent back to torture me again!

From Trebor to (SSG) Spencer Kennedy

 
Spencer! This is real! Thank god you're alive.  I had no idea if this would work. I had to go dark. But for now, its seem that I'm safe. How have you fared, Sergeant? I know we've both done better but we're alive.

From (SSG) Spencer Kennedy to Trebor

I came into contact with muraders just outside Kansas City Missouri.  Wounded me pretty bad when i tried to contact one of there scouting parties.  Then things got worse.  I was captured a week later, nursed back to health, then thrown into a ring against these walkers...  Her visage kept me going.  That rage I thought long gone brought back because I wouldnt let them win, the walkers or the muraders.  I fought my way to victory for a few weeks (i dont know really, it was a blur of light or night...)  I killed my jailer, felt his skull cave in with my bare broken hands.... then ran.  I ran so far... so long... *sobs* I couldnt take it, the long nights crawling across the plains so that I couldnt be detected, weeks apon weeks of forward progress, then back tracking.  Staying away from anything that moved... the days were the worst though.  Broad daylight and forcing yourself to sleep in trees or atop huge rocks they could get at you with...  The endless hunger as food was hard to come by, I felt like I had become one of them... roaming aimlessly, eternal hunger gnawing at me. Finally I found Columbia Missouri. Came right across Range Line Drive and headed south into town... there were people there. What I thought were normal people.  One of their spotters tipped me off before I knew it. I was so weak i couldnt even see 30 feet in from of me, I had dropped at least 25 pounds They had a small walled off community there.  Bunch of art students, ravers, and burners.  They seemed nice.  They took me in.  Washed me, clothed me, gave me canned food to get my strength back up... it was then I noticed the quiet shakes in them... set my internal alarms off... couldnt place it at the time... I thought they were normal... *oh god... wheeze*  There was a firefight just outside of town one day.  lots of rounds being plinked off...  They came back into town hoopin and hollering. Happy as the day is long.  They brought back the bodies of three families... *coff coff*  they cleaned them like deer.  3 men.. 3 women.. and 5 children.  Hung them upsidedown and bled them out in front of me.  These 'normal' people talked about how they were going to fatten me up but because these other people had come along I was spared because my military background and training could be of use to them...  I waited, I went back calmly a wretched silently for hours.  I even 'missed dinner' but they left me some out.  I crept from bed to bed that night and slit their throats one by one... relished in it.  Watched the steamed pour out of their gurgling wounds....   That had to of been a year ago... or was it two?....  she would of been a beautiful brinde she would....   but look at me rambling like Robinson Crusoe....