Post by Alex Nagamine on Mar 23, 2019 22:01:08 GMT -5
Mt Rainier National Park, Washington
It was another cold day and the first snow had just begun to fall, fortunately Alex had already finished gathering up the firewood wood from the cord next to her cabin and brought it all in. It was almost noon now, time to do her daily radio broadcast and search for other survivors out there.
Grabbing the M500 shotgun and her pack she prepared to set out down the trail to the ranger station on foot. Stepping outside she took a moment to admire the falling snow, smiling a little as she held out her hand to catch some. Having lived all her life in Hawaii, snow was still rather exciting to her even though she had enjoyed it many times before whenever she traveled or once when she had been deployed.
When she had arrived at Mount Rainer National Park about a month ago, she had been fortunate that the campsites were relatively empty, with the only infected, being a a few hikers and campers, and a Park ranger who strangely did not have any visible bite marks or wounds. Her only concern was the predators that would have been lured in by the rotting corpses of the infected, hence why she brought the shotgun.
Once at the ranger station, she entered one of the warehouses just behind the station. Her flashlight’s beam pierced the darkness as it crossed over her parked Land Cruiser to the big diesel generator on the other side. Quickly she made her way over to the Generator and started the process of turning it on. With a whir and a whine the big generator grumbled and roared to life. It didn’t take long for the lights in the warehouse to turn on. Satisfied, Alex left the warehouse, making sure the doors were secured so no unwanted critters could get in, and made her way into the station itself.
Flicking on the lights, everything looked as it did the day she got her, albeit she did clean up after dispatching the one dead ranger. She flicked on the radio and proceeded towards the one godsend this station had, a shower. To top off that bonus, so long as the generator ran, the water would run hot. Another bonus was that was a washing machine, dryer, and sleeping quarters, but the 2 reason why she chose not to stay in the ranger station were that: 1 it was in the main public area of the park which one of the main roads led to and 2. That the building relied on the generator for most of everything.
In the one cabin that she had settled in, at least heating was provided via wood burning stove and a water well, which meant diesel could be saved and rationed for more important situations and uses.
After showering and throwing her laundry in the wash, she proceeded to the radio and began her transmission.
“This is Sergeant Nagamine with the Kitsap Navy Police, there any other survivors out there? Over.”
The net was silent, nothing but light static.
“This is Sergeant Nagamine of the Kitsap Navy Base Police, to any and all survivors, do not, I repeat, do not seek shelter or assistance at Kitsap Navy Base. Kitsap Naval Base has been Overrun. I am holed up in the outer and rural areas of Tacoma, I have a moderate amount of supplies and There are no infected individuals in this area. I will be broadcasting daily from noon to 1600 or 4pm. To any who can receive this message but cannot transmit, I will be checking the Mountain view lodge on Highway 12 just out of Packwood on Wednesday, once a week around 1100 until 1300, weather permitting. If the weather is foul, hunker down and I will get to you as soon as possible if not the next day. Over.”
Alex sat back in her chair and listened to the soft static the responded. Even though it yielded no results since she began a month ago, broadcasting a message became almost therapeutic, to at least attempt to contact other survivors. As she sat there she began to ponder and plot her next course of action. Eventually the food would run out and scavenging Packwood would eventually run dry as well. A garden, would be good and definitely some hunting or fishing would have to be added to the daily plans. Fortunately there was quite a lot of reading material available at the ranger station on hunting, fishing, and edible plants and berries. She opened one of the books and began to read while she waiting for her clothes to be done and any incoming radio transmissions
After her laundry finished drying and 4pm came rolling around she packed up everything, including the book and picked up the mic again.
“This is Sergeant Nagamine of the Department of The a Navy Police, this will be my final broadcast for the day. As mentioned before, Do not seek refuge at the Naval Base Kitsap, Naval Base Kitsap has been overrun and belongs to the dead. I am holed up in the outer and rural areas of Tacoma, I have a moderate amount of supplies and There are no infected individuals in this area. I will be broadcasting daily from noon to 1600 or 4pm. To any who can receive this message but cannot transmit, I will be checking the Mountain view lodge on Highway 12 just out of Packwood on Wednesday, once a week around 1100 until 1300, weather permitting. If the weather is foul, hunker down and I will get to you as soon as possible if not the next day. I will be broadcasting again tomorrow at noon.” She paused before adding a little less serious flare. “... and with that said, here’s everyone’s favorite Radio host, Sergeant Nagamine signing off. Goodnight and stay safe.”
She waiting a few minutes after her message before clicking off the the radio for the day. After turning everything off, she left the station and proceeded to turn the generator off and secure everything before heading back up the trail to her cabin.
It was another cold day and the first snow had just begun to fall, fortunately Alex had already finished gathering up the firewood wood from the cord next to her cabin and brought it all in. It was almost noon now, time to do her daily radio broadcast and search for other survivors out there.
Grabbing the M500 shotgun and her pack she prepared to set out down the trail to the ranger station on foot. Stepping outside she took a moment to admire the falling snow, smiling a little as she held out her hand to catch some. Having lived all her life in Hawaii, snow was still rather exciting to her even though she had enjoyed it many times before whenever she traveled or once when she had been deployed.
When she had arrived at Mount Rainer National Park about a month ago, she had been fortunate that the campsites were relatively empty, with the only infected, being a a few hikers and campers, and a Park ranger who strangely did not have any visible bite marks or wounds. Her only concern was the predators that would have been lured in by the rotting corpses of the infected, hence why she brought the shotgun.
Once at the ranger station, she entered one of the warehouses just behind the station. Her flashlight’s beam pierced the darkness as it crossed over her parked Land Cruiser to the big diesel generator on the other side. Quickly she made her way over to the Generator and started the process of turning it on. With a whir and a whine the big generator grumbled and roared to life. It didn’t take long for the lights in the warehouse to turn on. Satisfied, Alex left the warehouse, making sure the doors were secured so no unwanted critters could get in, and made her way into the station itself.
Flicking on the lights, everything looked as it did the day she got her, albeit she did clean up after dispatching the one dead ranger. She flicked on the radio and proceeded towards the one godsend this station had, a shower. To top off that bonus, so long as the generator ran, the water would run hot. Another bonus was that was a washing machine, dryer, and sleeping quarters, but the 2 reason why she chose not to stay in the ranger station were that: 1 it was in the main public area of the park which one of the main roads led to and 2. That the building relied on the generator for most of everything.
In the one cabin that she had settled in, at least heating was provided via wood burning stove and a water well, which meant diesel could be saved and rationed for more important situations and uses.
After showering and throwing her laundry in the wash, she proceeded to the radio and began her transmission.
“This is Sergeant Nagamine with the Kitsap Navy Police, there any other survivors out there? Over.”
The net was silent, nothing but light static.
“This is Sergeant Nagamine of the Kitsap Navy Base Police, to any and all survivors, do not, I repeat, do not seek shelter or assistance at Kitsap Navy Base. Kitsap Naval Base has been Overrun. I am holed up in the outer and rural areas of Tacoma, I have a moderate amount of supplies and There are no infected individuals in this area. I will be broadcasting daily from noon to 1600 or 4pm. To any who can receive this message but cannot transmit, I will be checking the Mountain view lodge on Highway 12 just out of Packwood on Wednesday, once a week around 1100 until 1300, weather permitting. If the weather is foul, hunker down and I will get to you as soon as possible if not the next day. Over.”
Alex sat back in her chair and listened to the soft static the responded. Even though it yielded no results since she began a month ago, broadcasting a message became almost therapeutic, to at least attempt to contact other survivors. As she sat there she began to ponder and plot her next course of action. Eventually the food would run out and scavenging Packwood would eventually run dry as well. A garden, would be good and definitely some hunting or fishing would have to be added to the daily plans. Fortunately there was quite a lot of reading material available at the ranger station on hunting, fishing, and edible plants and berries. She opened one of the books and began to read while she waiting for her clothes to be done and any incoming radio transmissions
After her laundry finished drying and 4pm came rolling around she packed up everything, including the book and picked up the mic again.
“This is Sergeant Nagamine of the Department of The a Navy Police, this will be my final broadcast for the day. As mentioned before, Do not seek refuge at the Naval Base Kitsap, Naval Base Kitsap has been overrun and belongs to the dead. I am holed up in the outer and rural areas of Tacoma, I have a moderate amount of supplies and There are no infected individuals in this area. I will be broadcasting daily from noon to 1600 or 4pm. To any who can receive this message but cannot transmit, I will be checking the Mountain view lodge on Highway 12 just out of Packwood on Wednesday, once a week around 1100 until 1300, weather permitting. If the weather is foul, hunker down and I will get to you as soon as possible if not the next day. I will be broadcasting again tomorrow at noon.” She paused before adding a little less serious flare. “... and with that said, here’s everyone’s favorite Radio host, Sergeant Nagamine signing off. Goodnight and stay safe.”
She waiting a few minutes after her message before clicking off the the radio for the day. After turning everything off, she left the station and proceeded to turn the generator off and secure everything before heading back up the trail to her cabin.