The Gang and Our Times
(Taken from Return of Saturn: The Last Hurrah)
"Well, we've all known each other for a while now, I guess. It's been what, 10 years since the gang was all together, right? it must've been, but I guess that with all of the crap that's happened, we never all had the time to meet up. Those times were good, back when we were all growing up in Charlotte. We didn't all live in the same neighborhood when we were kids in the 90s, but we ended up at the same playgrounds, same daycares, same schools. I wouldn't say that it was inevitable that we started hanging out as kids, but social class doesn't matter when you're a kid, or it shouldn't. Well, we all started hanging out together, and together, people used to hate all of the mischief that we'd cause."
"We dump-sacked the upscale neighborhoods of Charlotte and we water-ballooned the Eighth Grade Christmas play together. We burnt down at least one shed with cigarettes, we got shot at by a security guard for shoplifting, and we had to tangle with the Charlotte Police on multiple occasions. We were a handful, but we didn't always destroy stuff. We snuck and skipped out and went on roadtrips, or we hung around outside gas stations, hoping that someone would buy us a six-pack. We did some questionable stuff, but we weren't bad kids. As far as I remember, we were all academically-good kids, just not sociably."
Boston Police during the early stages of the downfall of Boston.
"Now, most of my knowledge on this stuff comes from what I heard and what I saw, but we all remember those first reports. 'Walking dead;' bodies were popping up and walking around, like in a zombie movie. All over the world, this was going on. At first, no one cared. We watched our American Idol, and we went off to college normally in the fall. Some of us joined up, like I did. People cared more about supposed WMDs in Iraq and terrorists in Afghanistan than they did reports of the walking deceased wandering around in the slums of Bangkok."
"For the next 8 years, things got progressively worse for us. The first American zombie hordes had finally formed up in the big cities, and for the first time in a while, it really felt like war was on our doorstep. The first response was to deploy a mixture of police riot forces and Army National Guard units into hotspots, but while the zombies were a threat in of themselves, the civilian population panicked. It had finally happened to us; rather than seeing some foreign kid running away from a shambling horde, we were watching American kids - kids we might've known - running from identical hordes. People started looting and breaking into places, but it got worse when more guns got involved. Sure, people were turning their guns on zombies, but then you had criminals and cops in open conflict, or civilians going wild and shooting up a mall because of a few zombies. In the beginning, the rioters were a bigger problem than the shamblers."
"We got pushed out of the East and West Coasts, aside from a number of isolated safe pockets and fortified port cities. By 2008, troops and cops and irregular militias had carved out four major safezones - in Asheville, Los Angeles, Anchorage, and San Antonio - which were all run by the government. For the first time in modern history, American warplanes were bombing American soil and American cities. Colonies of boats protected by naval ships and hassled by pirates began to form off of the American coast. In the safe zones, life got more strict and rigid as the Military took over the government. It wasn't easy to live as a civilian in the Reclamation War, but you worked hard towards a common goal and you could actually witness the fruits of your labor. Rationing was - and in some places, still is - commonplace. Not everyone liked it, and there were two rebellions fought during these long 8 years. They were far too long, but there was a light at the end of the tunnel."
"2014 was when we won the war. Now, most folks say that since technically part of the country is still controlled by the undead, that the war is still ongoing. In 2012, after a questionable campaign on the US-Mexico Border and pacifying the coasts, the Military pressed the undead into the Great Plains - an area almost 800 miles around - and enclosed the remaining hordes within with construction completed in 2014. With no major zombie activity or outbreaks in the United States, the government declared that they had successfully pacified the hordes. At this time, the US was the only major world power to have successfully brought its undead problem - and the outbreaks - under control. We were war-weary, but with some of our overseas presence still intact, US troops are still fighting the undead in various hotspots worldwide."
"2016, and things are slowly transitioning back to the way they once were - but with marked differences. Everyone - and I mean every adult and some kids in this country - carries a weapon, whether it be a gun or knife or club. The military still runs the show, but they're promising a return to a civilian government. Hell, we've already got local government in places like LA and New York, but it's not like we're in a rush to get Congress back together. The virus is still around; so are the zombies, but the survivors of the war know better now. We have come a long way, but how long is our path?"
Cal's Letter
Hey Guys,
I am unsure of how many of y'all are still kicking; it's not like we have stayed in contact for the past twelve years or anything. Hell, I was in Iraq when shit flew into the fan. I know I bumped into a couple of you guys under less-than-favorable circumstances. I know some of y'all are doing greater things. Through the contacts I've got in the government, I hope that this letter finds y'all well.
I'm back home in Charlotte, by the way. Things here are getting back to normal, but we're a far cry away from the metropolis that we all grew up in. Guys, our parents are mostly dead; my dad died back in '05 with most of the Char-Meck PD, and my mom died of heartbreak in Asheville. Looking into whatever I could find on everyone, not a lot of our loved ones made it out alive. As for their remains, they could be anywhere by now. I didn't think about my folks until '12, but now, I feel alone and on my own. Y'all can say the same, I hope. I spent my youth killing, and I didn't intend to stay in the Army as long as I did. Hell, it's done a number on me."
“If you’re alive and you got this letter, come to my old house in Dilworth. The ugly, two-story brick house on Elm Street. Y’all remember where it’s at. This city is gonna start rebuilding itself, and we have the opportunity to run this place. I know that it sounds far-fetched and crazy, but this city hasn’t had any life for the past ten years, and now it’s going to be revitalized. You got natives coming back to clean up their old homes and restart normal lives, and then you’ve got the out-of-town businesses and such that are coming into the city to take old deeds and sell them off to the highest bidder. We play it right and stick together like we did before things went tits-up, and we stand to come out on top.”
“My house is a start. I am offering it as a place for all of us to feel welcome, like in the old days - at least before we pissed off my dad by swiping that pound of grass from his precinct. There’s room for everyone, and from here, we can rebuild. We are young and we are tested; Charlotte is ours.”
Love,
Cal,
or Captain Walter Calhoun, US Army (ret)