Hopeful, relieved!

We got through to San Francisco at last. They got a radio working and are trying to coordinate the West Coat. Not that they’re having much luck. The people over there are the same as over here. Weird how the folklore of a skull-headed god offering deliverance spread without television or internet. If we could harness that, we might organise some kind of concerted effort to get through this. Open up seed banks and parcel them out to locals, get militias going to defend communities, come up with plans for the next season, next year, next five. Instead, I get ten minutes on the horn with San Fran who say California’s being evacuated as the crazies move west. There are prophets everywhere. People are sacrificing the weakest members of their families to the thing. They built an idol on the Golden Gate two hundred metres high, burning day and night.

Pressured, stressed, tired. 

I spent the last twelve hours working up a legacy scenario. It’s based on linking up with isolated communities who for whatever reason retain the agricultural and self-sufficiency skills without the reliance on technology. Religious communities. Amish, plain people. Militia and survivalist compounds. Areas of extreme rural poverty. Not necessarily the easiest people to get to work together. We send agents between them to share surplus, seed stock, maybe even help keep them from inbreeding. Not sure which people we will have left or how they’re going to make it from the Pennsylvania Amish to a survivalist compound in Arizona, but assuming they can, I’ve written down what they’re supposed to do.