Oh hollowed vessel..
hollowed vessel
Are you alright?
Won’t you stay on course tonight?
Our map is gone
Our compass too
Oh first Mate , what do I do?
I’ll round the crew,
Set the sail and grab your quil for we must chart our own course along to free will.
“Thy Lord HE cleanith my soul He soothes it so Now here we go. Man your vessel hoist your sail the waves will move our tail. Although the world is grating, And amist the darkness , The chaos too, Have faith for He WILL guide us through.”
It’s been 125 years since Armageddon and the toxic waste and radiation has subsided…
Or so we thought.
Ms. Heather has not seen anything but four walls of concrete from her ww1 bunker in 8 months. There has been a breach in protocol and she has to venture out to collect samples. Samples that will further allow her to assess her strategy for the next ten years. Along the way she has acquired 18 WW2 aircraft’s that she keeps on property on her personal airfield.
Last week a 3 point buck breeches the perimeter and it unfortunately was rabid with oozing sores, so she shot it and collected the blood to further study its properties. Now I’m sure everyone’s wondering, why?! Well,a contaminated specimen hasn’t been seen in 50 years so for there to be one now is quite bizarre. The specimens fifty years ago were contaminated with radioactive fallout that rained down for 85 years. But then came the aftermath. Human beings and the population of mammals and invertebrates began developing sores, pustules and cancers that appeared on the skin. Ms. Heather knew for the survival of not just herself and the world she had once known around her but for the earth and humanity as a collective, who depended on her
Frank’s at it again. Watering his plants while loudly discussing his displeasure under his breath. I have a feeling he’s planning to kill me or great aunt Matilda. He confuses us sometimes, which makes me nervous. He has not been the same since he came back from the nursing home last week. Five years ago Frank was air lifted out of the jungle due to sniper fire , agent orange and a deadly skirmish. Frank was the second to last one from his crew of snake eaters to survive with only 13 bullet wounds and shrapnel to the jaw. He’s been in the nursing home ever since. This is his first week out of the nursing home. See, Frank was in the special forces and was a snake eater. He is also my great uncle. Yes I live next door to him.
I cleared my throat and shouted out “hi Frank!,” and waved. He just snarled a hello at me and kept on grumbling. I finally heard him clearly though, “De Oppresso Liber” he said.