I'm back!
Hello, friends. I hope you're all well.
I'm sorry it's been so long since I last checked in. Once we left the library it wasn't so easy to find an internet connection and there was just so much going on!
Tonight we're in a small town close to the Utah/Arizona border. Apparently it was a polygamist town, but it looks pretty normal. We're camped out in a big house in the center of town. I hope we can stay here for a few days. I thought living in the basement was tough, but let me tell you, that's nothing compared to taking a road trip under these conditions, with these people. We're all pretty cranky and I think it would do us all good to just stay here for a little while. Not long; we have places to be.
And if you slow down, the monkeys will get you.
The first thing we did, like always, was scout the town, and drag all the bodies to an open space and burn them. You can say what you want about polygamy, either for or against, but I'm here to tell you that polygamists die like anyone else when the monkeys come after them.
I guess we're lucky that it's so dry here. I'm really not looking forward to seeing what bodies are like in more humid climates - though probably by the time we get there, the worst of it will be over.
Ugh.
There's no vodka in this town, but we stocked up pretty well before we left Salt Lake. So it's ok. Well, it's not ok at all. But it's better than it would be without vodka.
So anyway we dealt with the bodies and then I pulled out the laptop and checked for a wireless connection. It's been days since I've been able to check my e-mail but somehow there's a connection here! Yay!
One of the first things I did after deleting all my spam - HELLO, if even the evil robot monkey apocalypse won't cut down on my spam, nothing will - was see what those geniuses at Shimmer are up to. Their Summer issue is out now, though I haven't been able to get my hands on a copy yet. And their art director, Mary Robinette Kowal, has been interviewed at suite101. Interesting stuff, though I'm disappointed that they didn't talk about how they're able to keep publishing despite the constant threat of monkeys. But, well, ok, it's actually kind of nice to read something that isn't all about death and terror.
God, so much has happened that I barely know where to start. The quick version is that we're on our way to Atlanta to join up with Jimmy Carter's army, but we're going the long way around, detouring through California, and then heading north and then east, and trying to get as many survivors to come with us as possible. Our first stop was the basement for Derek and Gretchen and Madeline, and then we went over to the Convention Center but only three people joined us there. We picked up another three people on the way to Arizona.
Mostly, though, we don't find survivors. But I don't want to talk about that any more.
The best part is having Gretchen back. She's walking pretty well now, and she's just so damn cute when she says "Bad mokee!" That's how she says "monkey."
I'll try to tell you more tomorrow.
I'm sorry it's been so long since I last checked in. Once we left the library it wasn't so easy to find an internet connection and there was just so much going on!
Tonight we're in a small town close to the Utah/Arizona border. Apparently it was a polygamist town, but it looks pretty normal. We're camped out in a big house in the center of town. I hope we can stay here for a few days. I thought living in the basement was tough, but let me tell you, that's nothing compared to taking a road trip under these conditions, with these people. We're all pretty cranky and I think it would do us all good to just stay here for a little while. Not long; we have places to be.
And if you slow down, the monkeys will get you.
The first thing we did, like always, was scout the town, and drag all the bodies to an open space and burn them. You can say what you want about polygamy, either for or against, but I'm here to tell you that polygamists die like anyone else when the monkeys come after them.
I guess we're lucky that it's so dry here. I'm really not looking forward to seeing what bodies are like in more humid climates - though probably by the time we get there, the worst of it will be over.
Ugh.
There's no vodka in this town, but we stocked up pretty well before we left Salt Lake. So it's ok. Well, it's not ok at all. But it's better than it would be without vodka.
So anyway we dealt with the bodies and then I pulled out the laptop and checked for a wireless connection. It's been days since I've been able to check my e-mail but somehow there's a connection here! Yay!
One of the first things I did after deleting all my spam - HELLO, if even the evil robot monkey apocalypse won't cut down on my spam, nothing will - was see what those geniuses at Shimmer are up to. Their Summer issue is out now, though I haven't been able to get my hands on a copy yet. And their art director, Mary Robinette Kowal, has been interviewed at suite101. Interesting stuff, though I'm disappointed that they didn't talk about how they're able to keep publishing despite the constant threat of monkeys. But, well, ok, it's actually kind of nice to read something that isn't all about death and terror.
God, so much has happened that I barely know where to start. The quick version is that we're on our way to Atlanta to join up with Jimmy Carter's army, but we're going the long way around, detouring through California, and then heading north and then east, and trying to get as many survivors to come with us as possible. Our first stop was the basement for Derek and Gretchen and Madeline, and then we went over to the Convention Center but only three people joined us there. We picked up another three people on the way to Arizona.
Mostly, though, we don't find survivors. But I don't want to talk about that any more.
The best part is having Gretchen back. She's walking pretty well now, and she's just so damn cute when she says "Bad mokee!" That's how she says "monkey."
I'll try to tell you more tomorrow.
posted by Beth at 11:19 PM
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