Rex Mundi
 Digital Underground with Tinfoil Hats last edited: Tue, 17 Jan 2017 11:04:52 -0800  
#storynotes #spitballing #written in less than 15 minutes

He crossed the Mississippi near Saint Louis. The dingy which carried him across the river puttered across the mighty river difting slightly southwards with the flow of the river. The river stank. To Mr Name Unknown it seemed odd that a river could stink. SOmewhere in the far off fringes of his memory he remember reading a book about early wayfarers to the AMerican west always commenting on how much the Mississippi stunk.

The dingy tied up to a pier and Mr Name Unknown got out of the boat and gathered up his hiking gear. He figured he'd have very little transportation from this point to that goofy named mountain in Georgia where he was headed. Is it Springer Mountain??? I don't remember. He cinched up his boots and made sure that his essentials were within easy access so he could get to them without having to pull off his pack in case something happened along the way. He got his pack on and situated the weight and began his journey from Missouri to Georgia. A journey of a thosand miles or more.

He really didn't know what to expect. Back in the 50s he served in an Army unit attached to the FBI in the Dead ZOne. The bombings had grown irregular by the time he was in service. He remembers a few bombing but mostly he remembers the destruction and the vast emptiness of the whole eastern seaboard. THat was twenty years ago. The government would have us believe that today no one lives in the east and that it is probably safer for an American to be in Berlin than fro him to be in the dead zone.

When he finally got his permit to go east he was given a mound of pamphlets to read all of which pretty much told him that he would die the second he crossed the Mississippi due to the poison gasses the Nazis bombed the place with. THe pamphlets also intimated that that end was fitting for anyone who ventured in the east. Only spies and saboteurs went there to be in contact with their Nazi handlers.

He knew that was all bunk. He served here about 20 years ago. Hell, the underground press even told stories of people moving back east and setting up homesteads in the hopes of gaining freedom from the government of the United State.

Wow, for 15 minutes I didn't get much done or done nicely