Ghost run day by day armageddon5/21/2023 ![]() People tend to get nervous if they think murderous psychopaths are still around to lob sound decoys like undead dinner bells or nuclear weapons at them. I didn’t say anything to him, as I didn’t want him to know I’d been scanning the old Remote Six frequencies. ![]() We were a day’s sail from our stronghold in the Keys. I’d stumbled upon a radio distress ping one week ago while out fishing with John. A large balloon secured with a thin cable marked the spot like a dropped pin on a smartphone app I’ll come back to that. Pre-undead technology hidden away in some bunker that’d never see the light of day if the dead didn’t start walking. In front of me was something very interesting. My sailboat, the Solitude, was anchored out a hundred meters from shore, and about a mile from where I stood. Although my Geiger read above acceptable radiation limits, it wasn’t by much, and I was being a bit cautious. No one knew at the time it happened, but after the government nuked New Orleans, the Waterford Nuclear Generating Station melted down, further contaminating the area. ![]() ![]() I was two hundred miles from any living human, deep inside the New Orleans exclusion zone. ![]() The radiation suit pressed against my perspiring skin and my breath was loud through the gas mask. ![]()
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