Friday, January 19, 2018 15:25

Archive for November, 2009

Chaos Day plus one. (CD+1)

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

By Joe Miller

Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to write a new apocalypse will have to invent entirely new beasts, and beasts so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of St. John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comparison.

HEINRICH HEINE, “Lutetia; or, Paris,” Augsberg Gazette, 1842

It was midnight. Rikki had made some sandwiches for everyone and more importantly, coffee. I was in the bridge with Robbie. Eddie and Gareth went below to their cabins to get some rest and would take the 04-08 watch. We were making good turns, we couldn’t go to fast for fear of out running some of the smaller boats. Robbie got on the radio and commandeered the computer on the radio desk. He was making a log of all the boats and who had what supplies. Turns out most needed water. I hooked a hose up to the crane boom and passes water to all who needed it.

One of the boats had a man with a broke leg, his wife Betty came over to Miss Ellie with him. Turns out she is a nurse We also took on a few more wounded, one with a bite. We locked his ass up too, but in the other cell. Anyway Robbie, it turns out is good with computers. He was keeping a decent log of what was going on. I started thinking about what to do. Corpus Sounded nice and we didn’t hear of any problems going on down there. I had Robbie keep an ear on the radio for info. That AM Shore to Shore show had a lot of info on what was going on, but who can trust them?

Around One Rikki came up. we started talking and I let her take the well for a few minutes while I got my pipe out. I offered one to Robbie. She seemed interested in learning how to helm the boat.  I swear that girl was almost flirting with Robbie the whole time.  I pulled the charts out to check the approaches to Freeport. I had never brought Miss Ellie up there, so I wanted to be ready. Robbie started writing something and switched audio to the speaker. One of the boats in our group was radioing that they had one of their injured pass out, had a fever and was bruised. I felt I was as pale as Rikki looked upon hearing that.

I called them and told them that it likely meant that the person was about to become one of them, they they should kill it or throw it over. They refused. I had Robbie get in contact with each boat to find out the status of the wounded.

Turns out we have 15 with bites or fevers. I proposed that we isolate them all in one of the larger boats, but was over ridden by everyone but Robbie because if any of them are not infected we would be condemning them to become infected. As the kid said, “Sucks to be them”.

It turns out it didn’t matter, most of their friends and family wouldn’t leave them. While we were arguing about this and approaching Freeport, we noticed it was burning and we called to get a SITREP. Freeport was being over run. They said to go to Corpus. The National Guard didn’t get there in time so they were pushing the containment line back again, to be able to establish a defensive line.

The smaller boats wouldn’t have enough fuel to get to Corpus. I called a meeting and had everyone but Seth and Roy, the guy with the broken leg, come up to the bridge. While waiting for everyone I called an old friend on the radio. One that Eddie wouldn’t be happy to see. Last time they saw each other she ha stabbed him.  Twice.  I couldn’t see a way around it. Angelina was co-owner of a marina in Palacios, Texas. She would have fuel and more importantly food. We arranged for us to come in. She said things there were bad, but they had a good position and were holding them off but it was only a matter of time. She asked if she could join up with us. I told her sure we had some room aboard.

I heard laughing on the other end.  “Lisa J is in the water and ready to get underway” she said. It was my turn to laugh. To call MV Lisa J a derelict rust bucket would be kind to her and an insult to derelict rust buckets everywhere. However, Angelina said she was seaworthy. If I knew her brothers she would at least be sound mechanically, if not patched up with a lot of imagination and liberated parts. We replotted the course and came about.

The crew came up and as we were starting our meeting the radio, the FM came to life with the emergency alert noise. It was followed by the words “Please stand by for a message from the President of the United States”. We stood by. Rikki got some drinks for us and we waited.

The radio came on and some lady claiming to be president said that there was “…some sort of terrorist attack which appears to be related to the chaos that is transpiring along the Gulf Coast”  President Pelosi said she had officially been duly sworn in by Chief Justice Sotomayor and that she was declaring martial law.  Most areas 200 miles in from the coast would be a quarantined zone.   Safe houses were to be set up for survivors to collect and await the government to come rescue them.  They also told us that they incidents appear to be only along the gulf coast and that they are taking steps to limit the spread.    All citizens were ordered to shelter in place, lock all barricade all doors and windows.

I felt it was all bullshit.  If it was isolated along the coast, why was there a “terrorist incident” in the white house that left the speaker president and what happened to Joe?  Again I got the feeling that this was a pivotal moment in human history. I made up my mind that I wasn’t going to sit and wait for the Government to come to my aid, to rescue me.  I had an idea that was forming, but I needed to look some stuff up.

We talked, all the people in the crowed bridge.   I asked everyone if they wanted to stay with me or get off at Corpus.  If they stayed they would have to accept my authority as captain and that every one would have a primary and secondary job as well as having to learn how to defend themselves.

I called the boats and told them what was going on that we would have to consolidate. We couldn’t keep the smaller boats and the possible infected had to go. I offered to allow other boats stay with us or they could take their chances in Freeport. If they were going to stay with us, they would have to follow our lead. I know it was asking a lot of strangers, but something was seriously wrong here.

Not counting Angelina her boat and the people she was bringing, we had 9 boats and about 100 people decide to join with us to make the trek to Corpus. we spent a few hours transferring people and gear around. During the process we picked up  a few more passengers, Stu Barton (A med student at UTMB), his roommate Evan.  Since we had lost some time we had to make out best speed to meet up at Flores Marina on time.

Chaos Day – Part 5

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

by Joe Miller

We pulled up to this big ass pile up. the entire freeway was blocked and there are a bunch of the infected hanging around. This pile up was at the peak of an over pass and there were the concrete walls on each side. Well Robbie hit the brakes hard and the tires squealed which attracted the zombies. They turned and came at us so I tell Robbie to back up, and I throw my truck in reverse. Just as a tanker truck comes up and sees us, the driver hits his breaks and turns, flipping his rig and rupturing the tank. sparks, fumes, fuel… you get the idea. so we cant go back.

Seth Grabbed a rifle and starts picking off the things one at a time. Tux gets out and I tell him to grab the hook off the winch on my bumper. He looks at me and said “Are you shitting me?” I pointed to the crumpled up Honda next to the center wall he nods. I was thinking that if we can hook it up and pull it back we might be able to scoot through. Andy and I move up, with Seth covering while Scream is holding off the ones coming up to investigate the fire and screams from behind us.

I pop off a few rounds and one of them staggers back. I have to remember that you gotta get a head shot. Seth seemed to forget it too, but he hit one in the knee and that .30-06 seemed to take the whole leg off. the thing fell but kept crawling forward after it tried to get up a few times. He put it out of our misery. and I put one down that was almost on Andy. I didn’t have time to go for the head shot, I let half my mag go at its center mass which carried it over backwards. Seth, again, took it out.

About that time Tux got to what was left of a blue Accord and hooked up the two cable. I put some tension on it and started to pull it out, but it spun just enough for it to catch the bumper of an old ford minivan. Tux had me pull forward and he went to work on the bumper with the back of his axehead. He swung that puppy pretty damn hard and in no time we had the room to pull the Accord out.

Every one got back in and we darted through the gap, Once through there were a ton more on the other side. I jumped when I heard the sounds of metal on metal. I looked in the rear view and saw Robbie forcing the Excursion through the almost big enough gap. Andy hopped in with the Kid and Scream. We hit the gas, and flew down the loop to the ship channel. When we crested the ramp, we saw down town. several of the sky scrapers were on fire, hell there were fires everywhere. it was one big riot.

We didn’t stop to sight see, we got to the channel and took the exit. I drove right through the chain link fence gate, which wasn’t as much fun as it looks on TV. I’m sure I messed up the front of my truck and I know it broke the headlights in the passenger side. We rounded the corner and tore down between a couple large metal warehouses. I got on the radio and told ET to pull up to the pier. As we got to the end of the row and turned left we had to hit the brakes hard. there was a police car, light and siren on not 30 yard ahead. There were about 30 of the things standing there ripping something (someone) apart. They saw us and started to approach.

I would have backed up, but that was the only way to get to the pier. I wasn’t sure what to do when we heard a helo, one of those Magnum PI types, but it had some mini guns and it opened up on the mob and ripped them to shreds. What the mini-guns didn’t get the rockets did. I was stunned I didn’t even see or hear it before it popped up over the warehouse. Eddie called to the pilot over the radio and thanked him. Robbie got on his and said “Yeah, no shit. Thanks” I couldn’t have said it better. The Helo waged and darted off.

We drove through the goo and muck and down to the pier. Eddie didn’t tie up, he was just using the engines to hold Miss Ellie against the pilings. I backed up and got the back tires just to the edge, the tail gate and bed overhung. The kid tried to do the same and ended up with the wheels over the edge. I told him and scream to start pushing all the stuff over onto the fantail. Seth fired a shot so I spun around and looked.

Another wave of them started headed down the pier. He grabbed a shotgun, Andy was right behind them I followed. We got to the gate as several were pushing through. I Body slammed the gate and knocked several back. Andy and Seth took on the ones that got through. I got the gate locked just about the time they pushed over a section of the fence. We started backing up, a few got through, we fired, more spilled. We fired. still more came through. We were trying to buy time to unload. I didn’t know how much we were going to loose if we left, but I didn’t want to find out. I fired till the shotgun was empty, Seth ran out and pulled his sword thing. Andy was back to his axe, I was behind then reloading. I saw two jump on Seth.

I couldn’t fire for fear of hitting Seth. Andy was busy but ok. he had backed up to a container and was able to keep the ones on him at bay. I ran over and tackled one of of the boy. The other one grabbed Seth by the neck. I was busy holding the other one down with my shotgun across it’s neck. I wanted that things mouth nowhere near me. Anyway Seth made a gurgling noise I looked over just in time to see half the zombie’s head turn in to a pink mist. I didn’t even hear the shot. Seth got up and grabbed his sword and stuck it through the eye of the thing I was holding down.

Seth covered me while I reloaded, we went to help Andy but we heard two more shots and two fell, he got the third, I had Andy reload the other shotgun while I covered. We walked backwards to Miss Ellie and hopped on board. It was then we noticed the two bites on Seth’s arms.

Given what we knew of these things I took him to the brig and locked his ass up. I thanked Gareth for providing the cover and saving our lives. He told me I’d have to pay him later. I told eddie to head out to Galveston bay, to follow the channel but to be careful of small craft.

We then sat down, had some water and a smoke. It was the first time since that afternoon that I could relax. I was drained. I mean I felt the adrenaline just flow out of me and I realized how old I felt. I looked around and started thinking. I had Eddie Torres, my friend and engineer, Gareth Swanson, a friend since childhood and sometimes business partner. Me. Bert’s kid Seth, some kid from my rehab group and a girl scout I had never seen before on my boat. I don’t know how, but i realized I was responsible for them now.

I got everyone but Eddie and Seth together and asked them to help stow all the supplies. As we were loading the lazarette we looked up and saw tons of boats pulling out of the marinas. mostly smaller fishing and runabouts, but a few yachts. It sunk in how bad this was. We had been listening to the radio before they went off the air. I don’t care what the government was saying, this wasn’t minor, this was something that was changing our lives forever, this was going to be long term.

Eddie called me to the bridge. I ran up there and came in. The Coast Guard was calling out to all boat traffic, telling them to stay away from the Island, that is was just about over run. I got on one of the radios just about after 9:00 pm and got a hold of one of the senior chiefs I knew to see what was going on.

Eric told me the island was over run, that they were safe there at the station, but they were out of room. A bunch of boats were milling bout at he mouth of the bay not sure what to do. Sr. Chief Green asked me if we could Shepard them down to Freeport. He said the National Guard was establishing an evacuation point and they would take the little boats and their refugees. He also warned me to be careful and to not let my boat get commandeered. He issued instruction out to all small craft and I had Eddie and Gareth Light up the boat. we had 27 boats form up on us. in the following two hours. At midnight we set off for Freeport.