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Another message from your headquarters.

As a reminder for new or possible Eighth Day survivors...

We here at Eighth Day International, in an attempt to give a face to the entity that is 8DI, have "encouraged" two of our most dedicated employees to avail themselves and their time to running a blog that will allow possible survivors to glance within the workings of our company.  These two employees are captains in one of our most advanced Safe Zones to date.

In an attempt to help you understand the rank jargon, we are providing a key:

P.P. (Post-Pandemic)   *   D-rats (district rats)   *    D. 129 (district 129)   *      TZ (target zombie)    *    I.M. (Interior Ministry)    *     SZ (safe zone)

-8DI Headquarters

Published on February 22, 2010 at 8:28 pm | Permalink | 0 Comments

Captain Manser Blog #6

The following is a partial testimony from Captain Manser, SZ 129, concerning the death of private 1st class William Jefferson Jackson.  Headquarters, in an attempt to maintain open lines of dialogue with new members of the survival community, asks that you read the Captain’s words with the understanding that his condition at the time of the interview was one of deep regret and sadness at the loss of one of the company’s finest and most dedicated soldiers.  Moreover, the Captain also held this soldier in particularly high esteem and, as a result, has not been available for active duty for several weeks since the event.  Presently, he is working in complete cooperation with the company to find not only the cause of this unfortunate situation but also the best way to avoid it ever happening again. 

“We were training hard.  I tend to push The Line really hard when they are putting a new tool on the belt.  Training should almost be worse than real life scenarios.  That’s how I learned.  That’s how they got so strong.  I made some bad decisions.  The dogs seemed disturbed from the get go that morning, too.  I kept the boys up really late with some concrete work the night before.  I wanted them tired on the morning of the training, needed to know how the dogs would work with guys that weren’t as sharp as they would normally be.  I chose Jackson on the 1st run just to show the rest of them how it’s done.  He’s always on top of new programs.  I don’t know what the fuck happened.  The dogs, they just took their eyes off of the practice bodies for a second.  Then the whole damned thing was out of control.  They just went for the throat.  They were already killing Jackson before I even opened fire.  Two more of em’ broke off their handlers like a real TZ was standing in the field.  Vicious.  Hateful.  Doing everything they have been trained to do.  I just opened up on them all.  Jackson, now that I really think about it, he was already bleeding out.  Goddamn.  Goddamn it.  I just keep thinking about it all…Those dogs don’t make mistakes.  It has to be a mistake, right?  I wasn’t shooting at Jackson on purpose, was I?  I keep coming back to it, those dogs don’t attack anything.  Nothing that doesn’t…  Anything…but the virus.  Right?”

Published on February 19, 2010 at 8:25 pm | Permalink | 0 Comments

Captain Walczak Blog #5

As our Safe Zone gets closer and closer to being operational, the mood has definitely darkened here.  A nervous energy seems to have settled not only on my team, but the team at the line.  Today sporadic gunfire could be heard from the Wall, without it being on any log of operations.   I was so busy putting out fires today in my own department that I didn't get a chance to head over and check it out.  One of the only other females here, a Lieutenant, is suddenly requesting maternity leave.   I'm left wondering why Headquarters would have put such an irresponsible and unprofessional troop inside D. 129.

The general malaise has affected me as well, so I took a moment after lunch to gather myself.  I remembered this short poem written by one of my heroes from the only recorded Zombie Battle in Eighth Day records:

"By knife I cut my daughters hair

after burying her father where he fell. 

Night is everywhere and disappointments layer;

chasms spread between who I am and who I have been.

The Dead echo through trees,

and she and I a team--

creating and parting red seas

made of faces, hands, and teeth.

Hungering in the shadow of a promised land."

All I can say is sitting in the perimeters (fortress?) I can feel the steady nervous energy building.  Once this place is ready for the policy holders, I'm not sure what will happen to those of us manning the inside.

Salute and a heavy handshake,

Capt. Aida Walczak

Published on February 10, 2010 at 7:17 pm | Permalink | 0 Comments

Captain Manser's Blog #5

I'M NOT IN THE MOOD RIGHT NOW.  IN FACT, I HAVEN'T BEEN FOR SOME TIME, TO HEAR A LOT OF NOISE IN THE CAMP ABOUT MY MOTIVATIONS.  IF IT WERE IN QUESTION WHAT I MEAN TO DO HERE, WHY WOULD I HAVE BEEN CHOSEN?  YES, I DO HAVE A DRINK TO UNWIND FROM TIME TO TIME.  AND YES, I DO THINK IT HELPS.  I AM NOT MEANT TO SIT IN WAIT FOREVER.  THIS IS A WAR INSIDE ME AND YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE ON THE LINE. 

I HAVE BEEN SLEEPING ONLY LONG ENOUGH TO WAKE UP FROM DREAMS THAT SEEM MOSTLY LIKE MEMORIES.  SCREAMS.  CRYING.  BEGGING.  FEAR IS THERE ALL THE TIME FROM THE PEOPLE AROUND ME, WHEN I DREAM.  IT WEARS ON ME.  AND I DO TAKE THIS MISSION SERIOUSLY.  IT'S NOT HATE THAT MOTIVATES ME.  IT'S SOMETHING MUCH TOO HARD TO EXPLAIN HERE JUST FOR THE COPORATES TO FEEL BETTER.  OR FOR OTHER OFFICERS IN THE ORGANIZATION TO FEEL COMFORTABLE EITHER.  I HAVE BEEN WITH THE COMPANY SINCE IT WAS CONCEPTUALIZED.  IN MANY WAYS, IT HAS SAVED ME FROM A LONG LIST OF BAD DECISIONS ABOUT THIS LIFE.  BUT I ALSO BELIEVE THAT I HAVE SAVED THE COMPANY FROM A LAUNDRY LIST OF HORSESHIT IDEAS ABOUT THE NEXT LIFE WAITING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE VIRUS.  I DON'T INTEND TO PACIFY ANYONE FOR THE PURPOSES OF POLITICAL OR CORPORATE MEANS.  I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO DO THAT.  FUCK THAT.

I NEED TO SEE THE VIRUS TO UNDERSTAND IT.  YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?  JUST STORIES AND REPORTS FROM OTHER PEOPLE DOES NOT AN ADEQUATE SOLDIER MAKE.  THAT IS FOR THE SCIENTIST AND THE GODDAMNED PSYCHOLOGISTS.  I HAVE TO HAVE THE ROTTEN BASTARDS IN FRONT OF ME OR ELSE HOW DO I KEEP THE BOYS TRAINED.  I DON'T NEED PRESSURE FROM ANYWHERE BUT THE TRUTH THAT IS COMING OVER THE HILL.  WE WILL SUCCEED ONLY WHEN WE KNOW WHAT THE SITUATION WILL REALLY BE LIKE.  ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT.

YOURS TRULY,                                          

CAPTAIN MOTHERFUCKING MANSER

Published on January 2, 2010 at 7:16 pm | Permalink | 0 Comments

Captain Walczak Blog #4

I've received several emails regarding Capt. Manser's last blog.  To assauge your fears, I will say that it is tough enough being one of the only female captains within our corporation to waste time sidetracked by what one drunk, irish construction worker has to say. 

I've also not been informed of the new team of the Line's attack dogs being trained using the Zombie Virus.  There has been no memo about this--and heads will roll if I've been left out in the cold.  I believe in our organization, but certain new developments have made me doubt my place.  My job as Captain of Interior Morale and Preparedness means I need to know this shit.  I would hate to have to restructure my entire belief system based on that drunk, Capt. Manser and his bullshit manner of speaking.  Perhaps he had too much to drink with his Line last night at the local pub before finishing his orders of writing another blog.

I swear, those boys on the line are just dying for the chance to kill.

The missive that came in last week regarding pets did, in fact, become another red-tape battle.  The new puppies the Line are using are just creating more drama.   More on that later.  There's also a toothbrush and hygiene battle I'm having to fight, but that can wait as well. 

More importantly, I had a small victory today regarding the weapons policy on admittance to our S.Z.  If you will recall, the 8DI upper echelons did not want my team to have the power of removing weapons from shell-shocked survivors upon admittance to safety.  I've managed to put forth a bill, which the uppers will vote on later this week, asking for a weapons-down until the self-governance phaze of the safe zone is in effect.  Hopefully, this will get passed, taking a load off my team's back and assures safety within the walls.

I swear, I may put forth a request to join those jerks down in "The Line" at some point in the near future if the Red Tape Bullies dont start listening to the logic I dish them.  (And for you "bullies" that read my blogs, this is not a formal request...yet.)

Salute and a handshake,

Capt. Aida Walczak

Published on December 25, 2009 at 9:26 pm | Permalink | 0 Comments

Captain Manser’s Blog #4

First of all, let’s get this straight. Ignore all the babble that Capt. Walczak continues to spew. She is so busy making sure the Safe Zones are turning into adult nurseries that she can’t finish half of the most important jobs being handed down from Headquarters. And that shit about me making “off color jokes” is her way of complaining that my boys are all brothers and her troops spend most of their days arguing about the conflicting orders coming from her office. It’s funny really, some people are so worried about being happy that they won’t even start to be ready for the hell coming over the hill. This is survival people, not a tea party. Besides, I’m pretty sure she’s talking shit because the perimeter K-9s were delivered yesterday and 2 of them got into the kitchen just before chow. I swear, I really don’t know how they got off of their leashes. It’s just a mystery.

I digress. Most of the day and last night was spent getting in training with the dogs. We had some obstacle course set up with plenty of living targets wearing the scent of the undead and others without. It was a full blown party watching those bad asses run down the fake Target Zombies. I’m not a proponent of animal cruelty but these damn dogs are cruel as hell when it comes time to neutralize a TZ. I don’t know if I’m more impressed with their ferocity or the eerie way they get completely silent when given the “search” command. The hair on a ninja’s neck would stand up if he were watching them creep through the course. It’s a damn good feeling knowing their on the team.

That’s all for now. I hope your damn satisfied.

Published on November 19, 2009 at 6:27 pm | Permalink | 0 Comments