Archive for February 2010
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