The following set of Real Revo posts are fictional. None of this happened.
June 20th, 2000: Rationing is in full effect. Most of the larger grocery stores are back in business but you can’t buy anything without ration coupons. The weird thing is, the coupons also act as cash script. In other words, nobody is paying for groceries. I guess it makes sense because nobody has any cash. Banks and ATMs are open in a few places, but most people haven’t worked for weeks. Anyone who lived paycheck to paycheck before the outbreak is now destitute.
There are jobs coming, however. We are being told that there will be work brigades formed. These are supposed to be voluntary but there is some indication that if their aren’t enough volunteers, there will be a draft. It is all pretty vague for now.
Gasoline is also available via ration, not that there is a lot to be had. Ration coupons for food and fuel are being distributed at the post office that delivers mail to your address. Our post office burned so they have been distributing coupons at our town library. They are distributed just one day a week and, so far, there has only been one distribution in my town. I didn’t even try to get coupons. I am told the the line was around the block.
Everyday we hear about riots and crime. In one town in Iowa, three houses were robbed and all of the people inside were murdered. What we hear about the state of the larger cities is the stuff of nightmares: Complete societal breakdown in some cases.
The men in my town have set up security patrols. We communicate via FRS radios and work in teams. We have done our best to secure the town. There are five roads leading into my town. Three are gravel. The other two are the highway on the east and west sides of town. We have trenched the gravel roads and built up berms to keep any traffic from entering town on those roads. On the highway we have set up zigzag barriers using old trucks and posted guards. None of this keeps people from coming into town on foot, but we now control who comes in via vehicle. Every vehicle gets stopped. If the traveler has no business in town, we direct them out to the highway bypass.
My house is outside the perimeter. We are considering moving to Kent’s home in town however there would be far less space. We will continue to monitor the situation.
June 29th, 1332:We have established contact with the towns on the highway east and west of ours and are cooperating with security. Some of the technical gurus have reworked local switching so we have some ability to use land-line telephone between towns. It is an awful lot like the old days with party lines and manual switching, but at least there is some communication. There is getting to be more truck traffic out on the bypass. Travel restrictions are still in place. In fact, I am told the guard houses at various bridges are taking on a very permanent appearance.
Over in the next town over, Littleton, there is a young man who deserted his National Guard unit and pretty much walked back to Iowa. He said there is a military curfew in Chicago that stretches out to 60 miles from the loop. He says that the situation in Chicago is apocalyptic and that refugees are pouring out of the city. They are pillaging towns all over northern Illinois. The soldier told me that half his unit had deserted. Guardsmen could no longer battle with their fellow Americans.
July 5th, 1437: A trucker delivering fuel stopped and chatted when I was at my guard post this morning. He said that a military unit in Atlanta has mutinied has gone rouge. He said they were given orders to collect weapons and take prisoners and refused. He said other units are coming to take their place and that he expects a battle. We have heard nothing of this on the radio. Not that we would expect to. It is clear the news on the radio is being tightly controlled. What the hell is going on in this country?
July 8th, 1700:The power company has installed a new, temporary substation in my town. For the first time in eight weeks, we have power, although it is pretty unstable. It is amazing how much you take power for granted. It seems like a luxury now. We did manage to keep our freezer cold and our well pump going but I was starting to worry about the number of hours on my generator.
We have started getting ration coupons but haven’t used them much. The nearest store that takes them is 11 miles away and we just don’t need it. We are working together in town to feed ourselves as best we can. We have moved cattle onto the high school track and football field and set it up as a feed lot. We have moved hogs into a few fenced areas in town as well. We are bringing corn and hay in from bins and barns in the surrounding area. An accountant from town is working on how we will manage payment when the time comes. Not that it matters, any livestock not guarded disappears like a $100 bill left on a city sidewalk. Seeing sides of beef being worked as they hang from the bleachers is a pretty amazing sight.
July 10th, 1920: We got a visit from the Department of Homeland Security today. They rolled into town in SUVs and asked to speak to the head of our town security. We aren’t that organized but, since I had the duty, I spoke to them. They told us that we would soon have a federal marshal assigned to our town and that it was time to remove our road blocks.
I told them we would do no such thing. They told us they would return with a court order. I said we didn’t care, the road blocks stay. We told them we knew what was going on in Illinois and that we are going to continue to protect our homes and families. They were not pleased but left the same way they came. They told us they would be back. We informed the watches in our neighboring towns. They did as well. Some of them had received similar visits. By afternoon, a dozen towns with a population of thousands had been informed that we are being asked to drop security and submit to a federal marshal. Nobody is very interested in doing that and we agreed to stand together.
It would seem we have a bit of a conflict brewing.