Dead Road Dispatch
DEAD ROAD DISPATCH IS BACK
| Dispatches From Dead Roads | |
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| Abbreviation: | DRD |
| Group Numbers: | 7 |
| Leadership: | Randy Shughart, Mandibles, Cal Morse, Zero Nascimento, Lino Carvalho |
| Goals: | Chronicle the apocalypse in Malton through prose, poetry, and art |
| Recruitment Policy: | Not Recruiting At This Time |
| Contact: | TBD |
Members of this group write for a blog publication about zombie/human life in the city of Malton, called Dispatches from Dead Roads .
Area of Operation
Members of Dead Road Dispatch have chronicled events mostly in the South East of Malton, notably in Scarletwood, Danversbank, and Whittenside. In the past they have participated in the defense or destruction of Fort Perryn...depending on their infection status.
Current Members
Bunny Malone (Level 8, Military - Urban Dead Profile)
Mandibles (Level 44, Zombie - Urban Dead Profile)
Cal Morse (Level 43, Civilian - Urban Dead Profile)
Zero Nascimento
Randy Shughart (Level 44, Military - Urban Dead Profile)
Former Members
Lino Carvalho Once a Sergeant serving his tour in an army unit garrisoned in Malton, Portugese exchange NCO Carvahlo is listed as Missing In Action. Although the exact date of his disappearance is unknown (some time after June 25th 2009, when his entry "Duas vozes não podem ouvir uns aos outros." appeared for Dead Road Dispatches), new writings by Carvahlo have mysteriously surfaced at Dispatches from Dead Roads. It is not yet known if Carvahlo himself is publishing these pieces or whether his writings have been recovered by another survivor in Malton.
Dispatches from Dead Roads - Excerpts
The Eldritch memory of an indescribable terror grips me for a moment and between one second and its isochronal death I can remember the foul taste of writhing flesh. I wretch quietly, forcing the bile back into my grinding stomach.
I shudder and replace the barricade over the hole, closing off my inarticulate vision...but the smell of death and the horrid whisper of our approaching doom seeps through the cracks....
- from "Have You Seen the Fog?" by Randy Shughart, 31 Oct. 2007.
I don't even feel it anymore. The crunch of broken glass beneath my feet, the shallow pulse leaving the vein. Before the hunger there was nothing, now there is still nothing...only more of it.
- from "Impatience" by Mandibles, 31 Oct. 2007.
Gripping my shotgun I move to a strategic position and await the inevitable. I gaze around at the sleeping and the half awake; those that are conscious look at me with the pleading desperation of the useless. I'll do what I can; but most of you are doomed, I think, as the last of the barricades fall loosely to the floor.
- from "Out of the Mist" by Randy Shughart, 1 Nov. 2007.
I awaken to one of the local clubs in Scarletwood, I'm not sure which at first, I don't care for any of them. I begin to stir finding my head on the table, my hat on the floor, and a puddle of drool. The latter is not mine.
I had passed out on a supply run. The lack of sleep is pervasive and unescapable. A never ending cycle of supply, re-supply, barricade, defend, evade. Some of the time I find I've simply become the process, not really human any more, just a machine; searching, rebuilding. That feeling is likely what drove me to the bottle in the first place. I look around, trying to focus my eyes, and don't see a generator or gas nearby, so I must be going, rather than coming. The nearest object is a half-empty beer bottle. I'm surprised no one took it while I was out.
There are others here too, some of them transients, others local, a member of the DRRP I used to know who's given up hope. They're either sleeping one off, or lethargically trying to tie one on in the dim light offered by the club's generator, which is low on fuel.
There is a lone zombie here.
- from "Puddles of Drool" by Cal Morse, 6 Nov. 2007.
Gallery
- The Zombish Stylings of the Twisted Mandibles
"Portrait of a Harman as a Zombie, Part 1"
by MandiblesFryerbank, The Phipps Building
January 2012.
