Monday, August 29, 2011

Okay, I feel a little better now. Had a nap, ate something, and helped the boys clean their fish. everything's been tidied up, and I feel like I can get back to assembling notes on the meeting.
Now, wait a minute. This isn't my handwriting. Who wrote these? I don't even remember giving anybody my book, but I must have at some point. I can't even remember who I was standing beside. So let's see what there is.

"Mass chaos ensues, everybody is yelling questions at the same time. The most important questions:
How dangerous are these dead people?
Answer: Extremely. They kill anything in their path.
Question: How do we kill them, if they are already dead?
Answer: Sever the spinal cord, or destroy the head.
Question: How do we know if somebody has the virus, or if they are just sick with a regular kind of thing?
Answer: I don't know."

This must be where I picked it up again, because I remember this. It was alot of planning, and what are we going to do. And then, my favourite, "who's in charge," because you simply can not have this many people gathered together without putting somebody in charge. Good grief.
Looks like we are going to start rationing our resources. some resources, most of us have enough for our families, plus a couple of gas cans for generators. Oh right, no more running the generators at night; firelight or lantern-light only.
We're all seasoned campers, we can do this. All we have to do is wait this out through the fall, and once winter hits, most of the dead will freeze up, and that really should take care of the virus as well.

"But where are the rest of the people? We can't be the only ones who left town, where did everyone else go? There are 6 different communities represented here now!"
This question haunts me. Yes, he had an answer for it, but it was ambiguous at best. "Some left. A lot of them are already dead. You people came up here, a lot of others headed out into Lake Superior, to the islands, I suppose. I just don't know."

And this is where all hell pretty much broke loose. I found Ed and the boys and headed back to our motorhome before a riot started.