Day 17

JUNE 5th-

Most recently I have been traveling with a large caravan. We have been skirting the larger cities, and being protected by a group called the Outside Mark. The Outside Mark, a reference to the distinct "O" shaped, bruise colored tattoo encircling each members left eye, are a former S.W.A.T. unit out of Southern California. They use to be 28 strong, but number an even dozen now. They survived being captured and tortured by the Invaders early on, the twelve are what finally escaped. Seeing what had become of the world, they at first were going to take up arms and attack the Invaders, but seeing that a more crucial job was needed, they became protectors and guardians. Ferrying groups large and small to the few safe zones left. After the chaos of the initial attacks, the regrouping of survivors will be a key component of eventually striking back.

Day 16

JUNE 4th-

The Sunrise Tribe, a large group of Invader worshipers. Zealots, spreading propaganda to the masses still alive. They try and reassure you that all is well, and all will soon be better than it was. They feed on the downtrodden and those with no hope left. Rumors have circulated, until the Ponys confirm it I have my doubts, that the Sun Tribe are trying to ingratiate themselves with the Invaders in hopes of getting closer to them, to actually take them down. My doubts about this come from many things I have heard and actually seen. One incident I recall, happened recently. The group I was traveling with, The Outside Mark, saw a large contingent of Sun Tribe surrounding a small group of Strays, at least half dozen. The Strays had been stripped naked and were being tagged with collars & stuffed into large black bags. The Outside Mark and I would have stepped in, but the Tribes numbers were nearly triple our small group, and the food we carried was far to important. After the Strays were tagged and bagged, some sort of beacon was turned on, and we heard the distinctive sound of WorBlurs coming, we hightailed it outta there.

Day 15

JUNE 3rd-

The Express Ponys, a rag tag group of independent intelligence and security specialists. They saw what was happening before anyone, since it was their job to. Through their shared connections with governments and the private sector, all over the world, they were in the perfect spot to disseminate the info normal folk would need. Most governments had to follow protocol about what info was released and to whom, especially in light of the news that there were moles and leaks galore happening. Taking up the mantra of the original Pony Express, "The Mail Must Get Through", and repurposing it for themselves, "The Information Must get Through", the Express Ponys were in business to help anyone they could find, neither snow, nor rain, nor heat or even the dread of night will keep the Express Ponys from getting their messages out.

Day 14

JUNE 2nd-

I remember, after the initial attack, back when we all thought that a response from our side was forthcoming, we waited. Hiding in our basements, in our homes, in our cities, towns, neighborhoods, everywhere was an inhaled breath, waiting to exhale. I believe quite a few places are still waiting. For most though, as soon as the power started being redirected from our homes, and the new buildings on the horizon started lighting up, we knew there would be no response.Not really knowing what was happening, since the attack came from out of the blue, news was spotty early on, because whatever happened, happened globally, taking tv, radio and the internet off line immediately. We were cut off, at least until the Express Ponys appeared with news. Soon after, we grabbed what we could, with whomever was with us at the time, and fled.

Day 13

JUNE 1st-

The sky covered in the haze of memory, Our cities a thing of the past. We are all alone together, for however long it lasts. The time we had feels wasted, Our hubris knew no bounds. Now we are afraid of every shadow, frightened by every sound. The future lay ahead of us, The uncertainty of surviving for long. We must raise our heads from our chests, and let our courage and hope make us strong.