Post by Japanator on Aug 7, 2013 19:45:14 GMT -5
David Bailey
Male - Thirty Four - Head Honcho
Tap, tap, tap.
The soldier's steady beats with the hammer were somehow grating on my nerves and I was relieved when he stepped back from the wooden 'bulletin board' and faced me. I nodded my thanks and he saluted before turning to resume his duties. I stared at the sheet of paper I had written earlier asking for volunteers to travel to other camps. The amount of remaining soldiers whom I used to gather information around what was left of the world were in short supply, and I had no choice but to rely on the refugees themselves. Of course, finding someone to walk or ride horseback to the camps would be a miracle, especially someone willing and able to go to the furthest camps, like Cascade Ranch, and Colina.
I drew a long breath and exhaled my frustrations and stress. No use in worrying about it now. Eventually someone willing would see the bulletin and inform me they would like to go see the other camps. I asked for volunteers, but I felt the need to compensate them in some way. They would be rewarded when they returned, no doubt. Anyone who walked or rode the long trip to Colina camp deserved more than a pat on the back. And that was assuming they survived. It would be dangerous, for sure and for certain.
I walked to the single wide trailer that I called home. It wasn't much, but it was nicer than the tents that the other refugees lived in. But then, I didn't do much else to show off my seniority and superiority. The door swung shut behind me and I sat at a little table and stared at the papers laid out, listing all the known information about the other camps. There wasn't much. We had intel on six camps so far, but I had a feeling there were more. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms in front of me. How had I gotten this job?
Year One ;; Fall
