07-6-2012
"Welcome to the Suck"
Hello.
I am Tristan McGregor. Tris for friends. I've been at Dercey, or "Mercy" as it is called now, for 7 months now. Before I tell you anything about the present or the past, let me first tell you something about "Mercy" itself.
Once known by the name of Dercey, this village is now one of the many, many small fortresses that popped up all over the country. Taking into account what I've heard and seen, we are one of the bigger ones.
Although.. fortresses.. a better name would be an outpost.. an outpost with its main base destroyed.. nevertheless, let me continue my story.
We have life support, although rudimentary.
We have clean water. We have electricity, save for some downtime due to the shoddy stand-by generators we nicked from some nearby, empty hospital. That is also where we get all our medical supplies.
As far as food goes.. there is a mall near where we found enough canned food for 1.5 years. We do get some supply drops from abroad, although not nearly as many as we used to get in the first months.
But enough about life standards. Lets talk protection.
The village is entangled in a curve of a river, so the back and both of the sides of the village are covered. We blew up the centre part of the bridge over the river, And replaced it with a rather unstable, retractable bridge made of metal plates. Humans can jump over the hole when the bridge is retracted, but vehicles can't pass it, nor can most of the specimen.
The one side of the village that is open has been blocked on all sides by demolishing most buildings at the edge of the village, and then shoving together the debris, forming a rather primitive, yet effective barrier of stone, glass and metal. Everywhere on top of the barrier, we have added razor wire. This again stops most of the specimen. We however have one entrance through the debris, about 7m wide. This is under constant surveillance by 3 guards, all equipped with night-vision goggles.
However, we do not rely entirely on our barriers. We have more guard posts patrolling all around the village, making sure everything is secure.
As far as our armament goes.. it is pretty good. Before the DRF and the army, or whats left of them, came to our hideout, we we're a bunch of goons, armed with hunting rifles, shotguns, a few 9mm's and one MAC10.
I don't know how we survived that period, We just did. We weren't heroes. We didn't save people. If someone got trapped by multiple specimen, and we thought we couldn't take them down.. we fled. It was unlike anything now. Now we have to power to defend ourselves. To provide shelter to the unarmed, the scared. to the weak. To conduct raids. One thing we can't do however, is take revenge. We do not have the ammunition, nor the time, nor the manpower, nor the chance to take that risk. We have a lot to lose and nothing to gain.
But let me continue what improved equipment we got, and how our little cosy place became our cosy little place.
As I said, before the leftovers of the DRF and Army came here, we we're nothing. We were severely underpowered, and low on stocks. We did, however, have a lot of survivors under our wing.
The DRF and Army had enough supplies and could call in more. However, they we're severly undermanned and didn't have a base of operation.
A child could go and do the math. We negotiated and came to an agreement. We shared our leadership with them, and gave them manpower. In trade for that, they learned us to defend ourselves, and gave us the means to it. They also helped build a stable fort, although it was part in their own interest.
Now that you know about "Mercy" let me tell you about how I ended up here. Let me tell you about the day they appeared.
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