musings of wrath

November 1st, 2005

5 am

The half-ton truck came by to evacuate the neighborhood today. We were only allowed to take a duffle bag of things with us. They won’t tell us where we’re going, but they said we’d know before we got on the transport plane.

We got to the Air Force Base after two more stops, the second one had to leave some people behind for the next group of trucks. There were some strange looking chemical processing trucks on the tarmac, with the distinct smell of gasoline coming from them. I asked a Sergeant what they were for, and he said they processed jet fuel. They sounded more like generators.

They’re making people put away personal items other than a watch and any edibles we have. After our things are stowed, they’re supposed to brief us.

12 noon local

They took us to San Francisco, but I almost didn’t recognize it. It looked bad. Some of the buildings appeared to be turning to dust where they stand, while others looked as if they were toppled by an earthquake. The entire side of one building was covered by glass that used to be windows. Apparently, the glass melted. Everywhere there were dead, blackened trees and grass. The soldiers looked just as surprised as we did.

They told us in the briefing, we’d be staying in recently vacated housing in the Presidio. It was a nice way of saying we would be staying the homes of dead people, I think. We had another briefing as soon as we left the plane that mentioned that any personal effects of previous residents could be thrown away. I don’t know if I should be angry or sad.

I noticed the man giving the second briefing didn’t have a name tag on his uniform, unlike the rest of the soldiers. He didn’t strike me as a soldier, he seemed to carry himself as an educator. We were all given “meal tickets”, a set of keys, and a crudely drawn map of where are homes will be. One of the keys appeared to be a car key, but he told us we’d be riding in buses to the homes. I noticed we all had identical keys on our key chains. The only difference was the plastic tag with an address on it.

Something told me they had started preparing for this long before the night started.

It will be a couple hours before we get to the houses, let alone our apparently free meal. More after I’ve had some sleep.

heh, more?

you know, that story is getting more and moe sinister and creepy… excelleny stuff… (if a bit worrying, as I can imagine it happening!)

do you mind if I re-post your sk8 or eat pie? I’ll link to this post w/ credit.

Don’t mind at all. =)