tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416816407742601442024-03-19T06:05:56.781-04:00Dead Too, RightsJaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-37326622191957687992014-10-03T09:18:00.001-04:002014-10-03T10:03:09.060-04:00Author's note: Its been awhile.Hi Everyone.
It's been a long while since I've made any posts or updates. My personal life has been a maelstrom during that time. It started with illness, job loss, unstable housing, and got worse from there. I've gotten emails and post comments asking if I'm alive and well. Some people expressed their worry in unbelievably generous and touching ways. I'm very grateful Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-65610135662110873772012-07-26T10:00:00.000-04:002014-10-03T11:17:04.580-04:00Chapter 1 - Entry 1April 15th, 2010
It’s hard to get comfortable with both ankles and one wrist handcuffed to a hospital bed while wearing nothing but an open-back hospital gown. With a Connecticut Depart of Corrections officer sitting at the foot of said bed no less.
“Enjoying the view?” I asked, frowning as I caught him peeking at my girl bits over the edge of his newspaper. Again.
“Yup,” he replied cheerfullyJaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-26886139821768702762011-04-26T17:05:00.005-04:002011-04-28T10:26:20.815-04:00Intermission-ThreeEvolution is a strange, unpredictable thing. Surviving species either adapt, become extinct, or are extremely lucky. Historical evidence seems to indicate several ‘bottle-neck’ events have occurred before. Between 69,000 and 77,000 years ago, one such event nearly destroyed the human race.A big ass volcano blew itself to hell. Sound familiar?The Toba supereruption is recognized as one of the Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-66158252074925129142011-04-26T10:09:00.007-04:002011-04-26T17:17:53.033-04:00Chapter 11 - Entry 6October 17th, 2021 cont - October 18th, 2021“Cleo? Oh my god!” The sight of her red eyes and yellowed skin didn’t faze me as I rushed to give her a hug. In many ways, Cleo had been like a mother to me at the Fort. Always checking in. Always there. I’d assumed she died.She rose and wrapped both arms around me in a familiar, long lost embrace and I felt hot tears match my own as we cried softly Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-36355852160056172232011-04-25T11:04:00.003-04:002011-04-26T10:11:11.164-04:00Chapter 11 - Entry 5October 16th, 2021 cont - October 17th, 2021“Frank who?” Mary asked, her question mirroring my thoughts.Jaeger continued to stare at us, unmoving and unblinking for several long moments before her nostrils flared and she began to speak. “Frank was at the Fort with Molly. He was her father. White eyes like me.” Her voice seemed strained. Raspy and cracked as if she hadn’t spoken aloud for quite Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-60696736749970466042011-04-23T14:13:00.005-04:002011-04-25T11:05:15.303-04:00Chapter 11 - Entry 4September 28th, 2021 - October 16th, 2021I used a wheelchair to wander the lower floors for a few days until my legs were strong enough to walk again. The upper floors followed after that. Each step, each trembling footfall, led me to a baby’s cry or the muffled laugher of children playing. I felt a swelling emptiness as though the place where Mal had grown for nine months ached for his return. AJaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-48510537071447642092011-04-21T10:29:00.005-04:002011-04-23T14:15:27.070-04:00Chapter 11 - Entry 3September 14th - September 28th, 2021There was no clock in the bedroom. No watch on my wrist. Time lost all meaning as my world grew reduced to feeding Mal, feeding myself and sleeping. Occasionally I’d read a book out loud, just to hear my own voice. Three were finished before the electricity died. A few candles provided the only light until they burned away. But I wasn’t alone. Mal’s little Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-86735551783937298032011-04-19T12:49:00.005-04:002011-04-21T10:32:44.693-04:00Chapter 11 - Entry 2September 14th, 2021September was a time of celebration and dread. It marked the harvest as we reaped what had been sowed in the short growing season. It also marked the beginning of brutally cold winters still touched by the pall of Yellowstone’s eruption a decade before. We were forced to adapt to the new weather; growing crops indoors for all but the few reliably warm months of summer once theJaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-57872422877031808932011-04-15T12:12:00.003-04:002011-04-19T12:53:25.837-04:00Chapter 11 - Entry 1June 1st, 2021The pain was more than I could bear. It radiated outwards from the core of my being, ripping along nerve endings while bones flexed and flesh ripped. The midwife said something urgently but her words were lost to my screams. I pushed. Flexed. Pleaded to God for mercy. “It’s a boy!” Someone shouted. A baby’s cry joined my own moments later.“Oh god. He’s….he’s…”Somehow I lifted my Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-5816375492274278452011-04-15T10:46:00.005-04:002011-04-15T12:14:27.853-04:00Intermission-Two"During this year a most dread portent took place. For the sun gave forth its light without brightness and it seemed exceedingly like the sun in eclipse, for the beams it shed were not clear."~ Procopius of Caesarea, 536 A.D.A crater the size of Rhode Island sprawled across Wyoming where Yellowstone National Park once attracted tourists from around the world. Two hundred and eighty cubic MILES ofJaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-87928908446870560042011-04-14T10:06:00.004-04:002011-04-15T10:52:47.280-04:00Chapter 10 - Entry 6June 22nd, 2010 - June 22nd, 2013I had George buried out back in the wooded area close to the fence. There wasn’t a funeral service or anything. Just a hole in the ground and a body tossed in. The grave was marked by a busted rifle half sunk into the freshly turned dirt. A few of us ex-military men walked the fence-line in pouring rain to make sure it was secure while most of the group slapped Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-67050009262906365142011-04-11T10:38:00.011-04:002011-04-14T10:07:56.692-04:00Chapter 10 - Entry 5June 22nd cont.There wasn’t a whole lot of planning involved for our little rebellion. Marley and I shared a quick, private word in the hallway after dinner where she assured me the majority were with us. Unfortunately, I was gonna be a key player.“You’ve been going inside the command room ever since this started Glen. With your guns, no less. It has to be you.” She whispered.“I’m not just goin Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-90714798743279168442011-04-10T11:52:00.006-04:002011-04-11T10:40:15.831-04:00Chapter 10 - Entry 4June 22nd cont.A thin, miserable rain started falling close to sunrise while cold winds carried fine mist inside the building through broken windows. Along with the scent of wet, decaying zombies. True to form, those rotting bastards never left. Just stayed outside, banging away on stone walls, heavy doors and metal storm shutters that covered all the first floor’s windows. Made one hell of a Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-64555785957985451872011-04-09T13:06:00.005-04:002011-04-10T12:08:35.352-04:00Chapter 10 - Entry 3June 20th cont.- June 22ndA heavy silence hung over the gathered crowd as George kept shouting into the mic. Abruptly he stopped, turned in a slow circle, and sighed. “Well shit.”Orders flowed from Olora and George in a steady stream after that; broadcast over the building’s PA system and through runners sent to various posts. Guards manned positions along the rooftop and hidden bunkers built Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-67713122690618857452011-04-06T13:01:00.000-04:002011-04-06T17:17:05.139-04:00News and UpdatesWelcome!Dead Too, Rights is a free online work of fiction. There are no advertisements or money-making efforts used on the site. As such, I've pulled various images found online to enhance the storyline. If you are the owner of an image used here and object to having it displayed, please contact me at sickgrace AT gmail DOT com.The original plan was to break the story into separate books with Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-11453102926498864962011-04-04T11:40:00.005-04:002011-04-09T13:10:02.358-04:00Chapter 10 - Entry 2June 20th cont.Olora made her way through the hospital’s lower floor until we reached a large cafeteria. There were a lot of folks hanging around there; watching movies on one of those fancy widescreen TVs, reading books, playing Ping-Pong and generally relaxing. They were a mixed bunch of varying ages that ran from early teens to older than dirt like me. A small group wore neon-green tee-shirts Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-15538554503415970262011-04-01T12:52:00.007-04:002011-04-04T11:44:29.637-04:00Chapter 10 - Entry 1June 20thMost people aren’t in the least bit threatened by a frail, old man. That’s probably why no one bothered me until I made it to the drug rehab complex where I’d heard a big group had set up shop. A pair of young men wearing mismatched fatigues stood watch at a gate set into the perimeter chain-link fence that surrounded the place. I held up my hands and offered a smile.“Hello the gate!” I Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-73060631154030562162011-04-01T11:44:00.007-04:002011-04-01T13:15:08.617-04:00IntermissionJamal Al-Ashrod stood on the bow of a rusting tug boat as it slowly rose and fell in the Long Island Sound. He could feel the poison working its way through his bloodstream. The bite on his forearm had long since grown numb. Bodies littered the deck behind his shivering form. One hand rose and weakly caressed once-tanned fingertips along the detonator’s sleek metal frame.A mushroom cloud erupted Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-43891804291506243782011-04-01T10:55:00.005-04:002011-04-01T11:47:50.377-04:00Chapter 9 - Entry 6June 20thMid-June should have been warm and sunny, even in Connecticut. Instead there was a thick cold mist clinging stubbornly to the ground beneath blood-red skies. The sun’s weak, unnatural rays turned the fog’s water vapors into fucked up little rainbows that a kid with too few crayons might draw.I made coffee and ate light, dreading the task set before me as I stood within the Home Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-12883536419577189962011-03-31T12:22:00.003-04:002011-04-01T10:57:00.265-04:00Chapter 9 - Entry 5May 31st – June 19thThe world ended all over again. At least for the tribe and I. Very slowly. Very painfully. Dread. Hopelessness. Fear. Anguish. Just to name a few of the emotions that crippled us all over those last three weeks.They withered away in drips and drabs as I stood by helplessly and watched. A few were found each morning in their beds, eyes wide open but unseeing. Trapped in their Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-78318889273986144222011-03-30T13:40:00.003-04:002011-03-31T12:23:59.682-04:00Chapter 9 - Entry 4May 22nd cont. - May 30thThere’s something to be said for being bored. After the maelstrom of nearly constant action since the world had ended a month before, words simply cannot describe just how nice it was to lay around in bed with Molly all day and fuck. The man who was bitten by a zombie hadn’t turned into one by the twenty-four hour mark so we let him off the chain. Most folks watched him Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-34210445570236008022011-03-29T12:12:00.005-04:002011-03-30T13:41:56.327-04:00Chapter 9 - Entry 3May 14th cont – May 22ndWe managed to make it through a week without major issues. That felt like some kind of record for me. Paulie and Brandon laid out plans for the new village. Scavenging crews brought back food and the supplies needed to see that plan take fruit. Even Shakespeare’s library got started. Granted, it wasn’t filled with the great literary works he’d envisioned. Technical manualsJaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-86722623734161995552011-03-28T11:51:00.007-04:002011-03-29T12:11:29.631-04:00Chapter 9 - Entry 2May 12th cont – May 13thSomeone in the group apparently suggested Molly and I should be left alone. That’s what I assumed anyway when no one bothered us that night. We had some wine. Naked cuddles in bed while a cheerful fire merrily blazed in the hearth. Lots of sex. I wanted to make sure Molly felt I still desired her despite the changes to her body. It wasn’t hard. I still did. We woke up in Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-86479708736871675452011-03-28T09:13:00.007-04:002011-03-28T11:55:25.579-04:00Chapter 9 - Entry 1May 11th cont – May 12thThere was a weird, awkward silence after I’d spoken where no one moved or seemed to breathe. Except for Molly, who started laughing her ass off. At least until she projectile vomited all over the table and started having some kind of seizure. “Oh fuck it,” I snarled and emptied a clip into Messiah’s bald head. “Get them unchained. Right! Fucking! NOW!” That got people Jaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441681640774260144.post-25119951889426507592011-03-27T14:06:00.008-04:002011-03-28T09:43:21.586-04:00Chapter 8 - Entry 6May 11th cont.“I’m never going to get a fucking break. One thing after another. Life was so much easier back in prison.” I mumbled darkly as the three Infected were led inside by Molly and Hope. Even Frank shuffled in behind them, leaving me alone outside with a fresh cigarette and sour mood. I gave them half an hour to take showers and put on fresh clothes before heading inside. With combed hairJaegerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919364778054122405noreply@blogger.com1