Hello? Hello?
Phones are out, and yet the hotel high-speed is up. First time it's been up this long in days.
Funny, it only started staying up when this whole damn thing started.
Got in touch with
wyrmofbooks, and thank God, she and her family are fine still, if holed up at home. Her sister was out visiting when the general warning started coming over the airwaves.
My family is incommunicado. Nothing news-wise has made it over the border since yesterday. Not even rumour.
They blew up the bridges. World's longest undefended border and they blew up the BRIDGES.
Nothing makes sense.
I... I got this copy of a dispatch report from the Plano police. I dunno if it'll help anyone, but... maybe, if they know how and where it all started, they can help us. It's a little... gruesome. And there's some language. So I'll put the transcript behind a cut. If there's anybody out there who still cares about that.
Oh God.
"All units, we have a 11-7 in vicinity of Restful Valley graveyard. Code 2 male."
"10-2, dispatch. This is unit five three. Thats my AO, investigating."
"Acknowledged, unit five three. Be advised, suspect may be armed."
*gravel crunching under car tires*
"Dispatch, this is unit five three. I have arrived on site... I may have spotted a DB. Proceeding with extreme caution."
"Acknowledged, four zero. Please advise if you need paramedics."
"Oh God... this is terrible."
"Unit five three, we did not copy. Are you in need of assistance? Please advise."
"Dispatch, I'm going to need an EMT immediately. Victim has been, well, mauled. Requesting backup."
"10-2. Advise you stay back, EMT and two units on the way."
*Static*
"10-9. We did not receive that clearly. Please resend."
"Need backup NOW. Four suspects spotted. They're... Christ, how are they WALKING? Dispatch, they're torn up bad, and... Oh hell no. Oh shit, oh shit. FREEZE, GET DOWN ON THE GROUND. GET DOWN ON THE GROUND."
"Dispatch, this is unit three eight. We just heard gunshots from the vicinity of Restful Valley. We are proceeding to investigate."
"I shot one, but there are more now, they just keep coming. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. One of them almost bit me. I'm retreating back to the car, the shotgun's there."
"Stay calm, five three, help is on the way."
"Three eight, dispatch. Further gunshots heard. Send anyone you can."
"Dispatch, I'm in the squad car, don't have my keys, musta dropped them when I was running. I can't see them anymore, I don't know where they went-"
*Multiple shotgun blasts, glass shattering*
"Holy fuck, came out of nowhere, GET BACK YOU FUCKERS. (incomprehensible yelling)"
*Single shotgun blast, silence*
"Unit five three? Please respond. Unit five three?"
*Silence*
"All units. Officer down. Repeat, officer down."
Jesus. I can't listen to that anymore. I...
Ten minutes since I wrote that last line. Josh can laugh about what a little bitch I am as much as he wants, but the moaning, and the...
Dammit, is Josh even still alive?
This is Texas. TEXAS, goddamit. And I can't find a single gun. I don't dare head into the halls for more than a minute. I don't know if they can climb stairs. Praying they can't.
One bag of chips are my only provisions. Tomorrow, I'll try for Denny's. And a car.
And God help anyone who gets between me and Raleigh.
Took another break. Drank some water, and the pipes finally went. Nothing but a choking sound. It's gotta be soon.
First Raleigh, then the border.
Please, God.
Please.
Funny, it only started staying up when this whole damn thing started.
Got in touch with
wyrmofbooks, and thank God, she and her family are fine still, if holed up at home. Her sister was out visiting when the general warning started coming over the airwaves.
My family is incommunicado. Nothing news-wise has made it over the border since yesterday. Not even rumour.
They blew up the bridges. World's longest undefended border and they blew up the BRIDGES.
Nothing makes sense.
I... I got this copy of a dispatch report from the Plano police. I dunno if it'll help anyone, but... maybe, if they know how and where it all started, they can help us. It's a little... gruesome. And there's some language. So I'll put the transcript behind a cut. If there's anybody out there who still cares about that.
Oh God.
"All units, we have a 11-7 in vicinity of Restful Valley graveyard. Code 2 male."
"10-2, dispatch. This is unit five three. Thats my AO, investigating."
"Acknowledged, unit five three. Be advised, suspect may be armed."
*gravel crunching under car tires*
"Dispatch, this is unit five three. I have arrived on site... I may have spotted a DB. Proceeding with extreme caution."
"Acknowledged, four zero. Please advise if you need paramedics."
"Oh God... this is terrible."
"Unit five three, we did not copy. Are you in need of assistance? Please advise."
"Dispatch, I'm going to need an EMT immediately. Victim has been, well, mauled. Requesting backup."
"10-2. Advise you stay back, EMT and two units on the way."
*Static*
"10-9. We did not receive that clearly. Please resend."
"Need backup NOW. Four suspects spotted. They're... Christ, how are they WALKING? Dispatch, they're torn up bad, and... Oh hell no. Oh shit, oh shit. FREEZE, GET DOWN ON THE GROUND. GET DOWN ON THE GROUND."
"Dispatch, this is unit three eight. We just heard gunshots from the vicinity of Restful Valley. We are proceeding to investigate."
"I shot one, but there are more now, they just keep coming. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. One of them almost bit me. I'm retreating back to the car, the shotgun's there."
"Stay calm, five three, help is on the way."
"Three eight, dispatch. Further gunshots heard. Send anyone you can."
"Dispatch, I'm in the squad car, don't have my keys, musta dropped them when I was running. I can't see them anymore, I don't know where they went-"
*Multiple shotgun blasts, glass shattering*
"Holy fuck, came out of nowhere, GET BACK YOU FUCKERS. (incomprehensible yelling)"
*Single shotgun blast, silence*
"Unit five three? Please respond. Unit five three?"
*Silence*
"All units. Officer down. Repeat, officer down."
Jesus. I can't listen to that anymore. I...
Ten minutes since I wrote that last line. Josh can laugh about what a little bitch I am as much as he wants, but the moaning, and the...
Dammit, is Josh even still alive?
This is Texas. TEXAS, goddamit. And I can't find a single gun. I don't dare head into the halls for more than a minute. I don't know if they can climb stairs. Praying they can't.
One bag of chips are my only provisions. Tomorrow, I'll try for Denny's. And a car.
And God help anyone who gets between me and Raleigh.
Took another break. Drank some water, and the pipes finally went. Nothing but a choking sound. It's gotta be soon.
First Raleigh, then the border.
Please, God.
Please.