We have no idea what is going on in the East coast as we have received no report...
Check that; report arrived with a supply drop last night. Most of the resistance in New Jersey has been driven back into the pine barrens in Ocean County. The disparity in weaponry is telling; the Civilian Security Force has full military armament while most of the patriots are limited to shotguns and a few handguns. A few remain behind enemy lines to sabotage CSF equipment and damage armories, and are summarily executed when captured...
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Jan 20, 2010-
It’s been a year since the “Great Leader” took power.
A steady rain falls from the sky here in Seattle, just like it does this time of year every year. It matches the mood of the place.
As I sit here in my secret spot in house I share with a couple other families, I’m thinking back on the Hell on Earth this place has become. I wish I had someone to talk to, but I’m alone now. I thought I’d have my wife and kids beside me to help me through this, but that’s all gone now.
Things weren’t too bad during the first couple of months. My food stamp benefits went up, as did the SSI payments I got for my disabled daughter. It looked like things wouldn’t be all that bad. I didn’t have a gun anyway, so no one came by to take them away. I heard the reports from the government news agency that there had been some resistance, but it wasn’t here. People were happy in Seattle; someone they could agree with was in charge.
I think back to that day in August when everything went to Hell. For whatever reason, the police came in with what could only be described as a civilian ‘brute squad’. They broke into my home and announced that our children were now wards of the State. I asked why, and they told me that I had been turned in by someone for holding a non-sanctioned belief...that is, that I was a Christian. It wasn’t a week before that the edict had been issued that anyone who held “intolerant religious beliefs” faced imprisonment or seizure of assets. Apparently, “assets” included our children. I remember how my wife, brave as she was, got right in the face of the captain of this particular squad and told him that our kids were going nowhere. It was at that point that he drew his firearms and put a bullet in her head.
In the horror of the moment as I stood there transfixed over my dead wife and our screaming kids, I barely remembered the man in the black unifiorm that grabbed my arm and said “Come with me, sir.” It turns out he was a friend from church that had somehow managed to keep his beliefs a secret. He got me out of there and was taking me to a ‘safe house’. He was going to try to warn us what was coming, but he didn’t get to us in time. He kept telling me he was sorry that he couldn’t save them. Life was pretty much over for me after that.
(The charred remains of this diary were found 100 years later by some scientists engaged in archeological exploration of some of the old American cities that were destroyed in the nuclear war of 2010.)