Icarus's blog: "Somantics"

I didn't know what to believe any more.
Had I been watching too much 24 hour news networks when I started doing pushups and running around the lake in the morning?
Had I too much canned food and dry goods in anticipation of the revolution?
Was I just tired of the lies and hypocricy when I paid cash for a .308 at a gun show?
Was it just for show when I disappeared into the woods and just laid still for 3 days staring down a well calibrated scope sipping over chlorinated water from a backpack?

Patient zero...
Gaeten Dugas
Jim Hauffman
Lewis Degalle

The virus is not contained.
Three identical index cases in France, Quebec and Las Angeles?
Paris is decimated.
LA is barricaded.
Quebec is a blank spot on the map.
All it takes is one carrier
one asymptomatic asshole crawling through a hole in a fence.
I know its already happened.

There are footsteps in the brush.
Shambling... dragging... awkward footsteps in the park.
The smell of halatosis and dry old meat in the theatre.

It starts with a rash
an ache in your back
a wet, hacking cough
bright green sputum

Just a cold
just the flu
just a little pink in your vommit
an inexplicable headache

Then the blood starts pooling in your eyes
your skin turns sallow
your fingernails and hair fall off
and your organs just rot under your skin

Thankfully it kills your sensory nerves first.
Then the glands and cells that fight the disease.
Backdoors your systems, and ... holds you.

You're just a delivery system after that.
A meat puppet of virus and ichor.
The term undead is a misnomer.
You've become a living, breathing, walking, feeding, biting, oozing suit for the infection.

Some thought it was an awareness, a cure to the "human condition"
divine, evolutionary.
Always vengeful, always wise in its selection and mutations.
Some say there are no immune, only carriers.
Some say there is no cure.
The government would have you believe.
The holy men would have you rally under a great white banner.

I bet if it had enough time, it'd adapt to every blood type
every unique immune system
every pourous tissue of our body.
Like monkeys and type-writers trapped in a room forever.

The virus will produce Shakespeare.
A thinking, self sustaining zombie.
If the virus isn't already aware...

It's known some great spots to pile on already...
like flies on shit.






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There's a case in Mexico city.
There's a quarantine in Austin.
Troop mobility and chatter is up.

I'm not even going to stockpile and barricade.
It didn't work in LA. The burrowers just wound up being a late-game snack for the last remnants of the trapped.
Last report says there's no longer any survivors, they're just waiting for the infected to run out of gas.

I bet there were.
I bet there were women pleading with masked, anonymous bio-border agents, holding their babies at arm's length on a pile of smoldering, bullet riddled dead. Just stretching their bloody arms as far as they can, breaking the socket just to get an extra inch.
All it takes is one guy with a cough in a crowd of rabbling civilians
then the machine guns and flamethrowers go hot.
And the fences stop shaking
the screams stop eventually.

I heard army and national guard suicide rates were way up.


Something like a 39% increase.

But you can't believe everything you read on the internet.



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They keep talking about a suppressor, a treatment
not a cure.
I always said there was billions in the treatment of cancer
thousands in the cure.

God help us...

God help us...

I say that every dawn just before I take a fitful nap.
But what happened in Mexico City has me unwilling to believe in any god.
At least...
not a fair or loving one.


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Day 3 without sleep.
They're here.
CDC, national guard, guys in gas masks and kevlar-nylon.
Supposed to help with the spray and spit and bites.
There's gotta be someone with symptoms here.

Red zones to the north and south.
I heard if you can make it to the southwest, between SLC and Las Vegas there's not enough people to cause an epidemic...
but...
the land is too harsh to rebuild from there.

I've got my truck loaded, a drum of diesel, and Geech strapped up with supplies.
Dogs are immune, but they still go for prime snacks.

I dunno what I'd do if I lost him in this mess.

Lose about 30% of my foot-supplies and my best friend I suppose.
Too bad I couldn't quite get that bark activated turret figured out.
Course... the recoil from my 10 guage about broke his hips...

I gotta get a blood and iris test at the gate.
Then they smack you on the ass and wish you good luck "citizen".

The United State of Panic...

Guess we're all in this together.

... as much as we can be with no room for passengers. I'm getting out of here before the quarantine locks all the way down.

My only chance is getting as far away from folks as possible, but judging by the gridlock all the way to downtown, my guess is this idea has already occured to some.

I heard there's whole stretches of highway, engines running, lights still on, bodies and shufflers.

Only takes one with the new and improved
fast acting infection.

Thank you CDC for your no clinical trial "cure". Now half of our leading scientists, pharmacists, and doctors are some of the meanest, shufflingest high score spreadingest freaks on this god forsaken rock.