Hey everybody. This isn’t Josh so I guess some introductions are in order. This might get long and I apologize. As you can see, my username is Beckley. I’d rather not put my full name out there just in case there are any that wish me ill for reasons that should be fairly clear in a minute. If you really need a first name, call me by my initials, A.J. It makes me sound like a frat boy, but that can be part of my penance. You probably know me better as the UAS propaganda guy.
Yeah, that anonymous poster
defending the UAS? That was me. There’s so much I want to explain, but
another part of me is horrified at how I apologized for these selfish pricks
and tried to explain away their atrocities.
A while back I decided to defect from the UAS and via e-mails to Josh I
was able to make that goal clear. I
dropped seemingly benign lines like, “I would like to see Montana” and how the
Union will “tremble once again at the sound of our silence.” All lines from Hunt for Red October. I started nerdy dialogues on why Damar was
the best character in Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. This had the double benefit of referencing
the fact that Damar was a defector, and also being absolutely true. I would off-handedly mention that I had song
lyrics running through my head, which just so happened to be verses to “We’ve
Got to Get Out of This Place.” I thought
I was pretty clever. It went right over
the heads of my UAS monitors. But Josh
got it. Nerd.
So New Haven was able to
orchestrate a way for me and a few others to get out of UAS territory. I won’t discuss how or exactly when since I don’t want to
endanger the operatives that the Union has roaming about in UAS territory. With this post, I do want to make a plea to
the UAS, but first I feel I owe an explanation to all of you. It’s easy to judge me for being a
collaborator and I’m not trying to shirk my responsibility. But things aren’t black and white out
there. You know that.
I’m not from the UAS
bunker. I’m not even from the
southwest. I always said, back before
the dead rose, that the world would end before I’d ever move to the
southwest. God clearly exists and has a
sick sense of humor. I have lived a
bunch of places, but I spent my childhood in New England. I lived outside of New Haven, actually. The Connecticut one. For the record, this means that I’m probably
the only guy in New Haven with an actual New Haven accent. It’s pretty wicked awesome.
The apocalypse hit me hard. Obviously that was the case for all of us,
but I really didn’t take it well. I was
a therapist working in Pittsburgh before this all went down. People looked to me to have answers to their
problems. And when the dead rose, I just
couldn’t handle it. Everyone I ever knew
was dead and walking and there was nothing I could do about it. I made new friends only to watch them get bit
or murdered by marauders, then rise again and get put down. I’ve done things to assure my survival in
this world. Terrible things that I don't want to go into. To put your mind at ease, at
least, I was never part of a marauder gang, I’m not a rapist, and I’m not a
child molester. I am a murderer
though. We’ve all had to become that.
Due to the dead, marauders, and
other issues, Pittsburgh became unlivable for me, so I decided to move to New
Haven. The Kentucky one. This was during the amnesty for marauders
thing they did a while back. I figured I
could get amnesty in case my past tried to catch up with me, and I’d have a new
place to live. So I started
walking. And walking. I missed the amnesty deadline, so I just kept
walking. I walked for days, weeks,
months. I was like a zombie myself. Just shuffling across states, dragging my
baseball bat behind me.
And that’s when I came across my
salvation. I want you to fully
understand how lost I was. I’d spend the
adulthood of my young life caring for others.
And now I had no one, no purpose. I wanted to die, but I just wouldn’t. Somehow the zombies never managed a bite, no
matter how sloppy or reckless my bat and I got.
One time I put a revolver in my mouth with the full intention of pulling
the trigger. I ended up sobbing myself
to sleep and waking up with the muzzle still in my mouth and this horrible
taste of metal that stuck with me for days. Finally I found people. I think I was halfway hoping they’d kill me,
but they welcomed me. And that’s when I
discovered the miracle. These people had
a central government. Not only was it a
government, but it was the government. A piece of America had survived. My family, friends, fellow survivors, they
were all dead, but here was something that endured. I was a convert from that moment.
I needed the UAS, needed to know
that things were going to be ok. That
things were going back to the way they were.
I was pissed when people didn’t want to join and actively opposed the
new order. You were a bunch of spoiled,
ungrateful children. So I told you all off
on this blog. But on some level, I think
I knew I was pining for a reality that could never exist again. And I knew that the UAS was not the blameless
force for good I desperately wanted them to be.
I got word from above that the UAS wanted me to start spamming the blog
with propaganda. A dick move to be sure,
and one that I refused. That’s when I was
told they wanted the online confusion to cover for upcoming action. The implication of breaking the peace was too
much for me to justify. I got out.
And now there are these
attacks. These wasteful, cowardly
attacks. What was served by that? I even posted a few comments about that too,
blasting the UAS for destroying resources.
All anonymous, of course.
Internet sockpuppeting after the apocalypse. It’s how I roll.
So that’s me in a nutshell. I want to end this long rambling post with a plea to the UAS: Stop.
Seriously, just stop. You have
skills and resources that would be a boon to the human race. But what are you doing with that
potential? You’re killing people and
you’re destroying the infrastructure you claim you want to create. Both human and industrial potential is wasted
by your grab for power. Look, I don’t
know what’s going on at the highest levels of government. Maybe you realize you’ve gone too far. Maybe you’re just angry and afraid. But nothing is served by the extreme nature
of these attacks. Attempting to poison
an entire city? Bombing greenhouses and
crops? There’s no justification for
this. Not when we need each other to
survive. At the end of the day, those
shambling corpses are our common enemy.
You are not the American government.
You never will be. The US
government is dead. So is your
family. So are your friends. All we have is each other, and this shitty
excuse of a world overrun by the dead.
Society is already torn down. Are
you really going to burn the rubble just so you can rule over ashes?
Please. We can talk this out. Just stop.
Please.
Welcome to the Union A.J, pity you had not headed towards us as we had patrols out towards Kentucky. Glad you have seen the light and now find yourself in a better society which just wants to live and prosper, again welcome to the Union
ReplyDeleteJust so you know, A.J., if it turns out that you're a spy...well...there's a rope and a branch in your size too.
ReplyDeleteI remember back when the welcome wagon used to just bring pie.
ReplyDeleteI know that I have a lot of trust to earn and in some cases, for some people, that will be impossible. So let's just take all the threats and posturing as read to save time. I promise not to be a filthy traitor spy. So let's all play nice and I won't use my therapist powers to explode your brain Scanner-style. Because we can do that. And you wouldn't be the first.
Oh, and please, if the need arises, just put a bullet in my head. String me up and you just create the world's worst, and most bitey, Christmas tree ornament.
Seriously. What happened that Josh trusts you? What could you have possibly done, other than quote goofy lines from a movie or lines from a song? Trust is a hard earned gift. One not to be squandered. There are no threats. Only truth.
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