Thursday, August 20, 2009

100 Clicks To Go

What's coming seems so familiar. Nowhere. I know I've been there before. It's all around us.

16 comments:

Decidere said...

You think? I found a jackhammer and blowtorch in the basement, kind of in need of repair, but I've already got some good size divots out of the I-beams and the ceiling's sagging pretty horrificly. What I'd give for a backhoe. Waiting was never my forte - if I could have strung up Santa by thumblocks I would have, and now we're not even looking for presents under the tree, just anarchy and doomsville. I did make me an escape hatch, but I just might not care enough to use it anymore. What's the point - dig my way out to a squalid existence trying to find a spare turnip or a rotting rancid piece of meat. Well, I guess it's not that bad, better hurry. I won't be the first carcass feeder to get by on lowered expectations. Who knows, maybe I'll write home from my side of the Bardo. It always looked so much cleaner and more pleasant in those moonie/Krishna pamphlets. Now I find out it's basically a cosmic junkyard and scrap heap. Oh well, good marketing, bully for God, kept him in business for 10,000 years or so with these pig ignorant farmers. Sorry, Miguel, nothing per... pigsonal. Hasta la porcina. Everyone's getting mowed down now, I can hear the screams slowly coming forward from the back. One big abattoir - rats are squeezing into the air vents and sewage pipes now. A bit more of this half kerosene/half whiskey and I'll make my way too. Too tired for the jackhammer, but I can blowtorch with one hand while sipping with the other. Fuck the eye protection - if I make it out of the tunnels blind I can just head back into the earth. It's cool down there. At least when the bodies stop melting. You're right, I have seen this before - Anasazi cave dwellings, dug down into the earth. Resorted to cannibalism too. Everything comes back around. You'd think we would have learned through one Apocalypse. Always takes two.

Billy Glad said...

I'm sorry about the screams. That's the komogators. We didn't figure on them understanding what's going on now. Got so bad a couple of minutes ago, Julian went down there to put them out of their misery. Funny how you take something like a komodo dragon, just a gut with enough brain to get its teeth into something and you cross it with another dumb reptile like a gator and you suddenly get a sentient being can understand life is sweet. Even for a komogator. Haven't heard any gunshots. Just the screams.

Decidere said...

Well, some of the screams sounded humanoid, but maybe that's just the catacombs playing tricks on me, or maybe that was that psychology/human behavior freak that was by here a while back trying to teach the animals sign language and touch typing and what not. Probably taught the Komos to say, "hey baby, come here, I need you tonight" in the dark, leave ém in the allley on a Saturday night, some kind of frat house prank that would have caused no end of damage if we weren't pulling the shithouse down around us instead. Or maybe they got to some of the others - from what I saw, you hadn't gotten the Hive that well walled off from the others - a bit of leakage, looks like, I'd noticed the Komogators getting pudgy, which should have been difficult on their all-gluten diet. Don't get too fixed on what "being down" means, Billy, we still don't know what tunnels and underground cisterns might collapse underneath us. If we're lucky we might go into free fall. Maybe should send Miguel on ahead, only one of us trained to breath under water at this point.h

Decidere said...

Speaking of counting, how many Hivians are left? I only count 4 percolating about, maybe that's Julian I hear back there with the crunching and the skill saw, doesn't see like a practical weapon but when that dude gets in a foul mood, seems like anything is dangerous in his hands. Have you noticed the pools gathering? Light's not good, but I'm guessing 50% blood content, other half the dripping from the ceiling. Did you have something filled up on top, or it's just the pipes giving way?

Billy Glad said...

In a way, I hope they get Julian. I'd hate to see him get back to Live Wire. I know he was involved in death squads right after 9/11. Part of rendition. Detention. Release. Julian.

Miguel de las Animas Perdidas said...

I'm way down in sublevels I never even dreamed of, and there's a bright light. I'm moving toward it and I can sense, almost see others moving with me. The screams stopped, or got drowned out by some kind of new age theremin type of audio input. Not sure where it's coming from. Wait. I think I just saw Vanna White, it's some kind of trap! Don't go to the white light!

GirlfromtheBronx said...

I keep thinking I'll see Mansky come by with his pellet gun. But I fear he may be floating down those gathering pools and the Komogators probably got to him before he could take a shot.
It's getting tough now.

Decidere said...

I'm thinking it's worth the risk going back there to get Julian just in case we need him. I've seen some of the offspring from those genetic experiments and they make Bronx Girl's stabs at it look like a puppy on wheels. As they used to say down south, better the axe murderer you know the one you don't. Plus I figure he'll help us with that still.

Decidere said...

Hm, Miguel, Vanna White may be GFTB's alter ego, her incubus/succubus. Listen to Girl's speech, everything sounds like Pedro Paramo, floating here, Mansky with pellet gun there. None of it is real - it's the house of spirits. And notice she didn't say "fuck" once - something's wrong.

Billy Glad said...

You can look for him if you want to, Des. I just saw Madonna go down another hall.

Decidere said...

They're trying to drive us batshit insane. The howling will start soon. Seal your ears. Hope you have enough juice in your torch for signaling. Have to come up with some codes to figure out who's real and who's not. Shit, Mansky and Madonna for real? No good's going to come of that, not even some baby popstar Jesus. Maybe we should seal off the tunnel just to be sure.

Decidere said...

Walls are proving tougher than I though, half the supports gone now and still hasn't crumpled. Getting hot too. 100 clicks sounded like a dare, like the 400 blows. Should just be a few more, but my chronometer stopped and I've lost sense of time. Shadows keep running in front of my face, not that there's much light to tell. Too quiet. Should be raising hell, and instead it's just a bit of dripping and creaking. Where are you bastards? Miguel? Still got your head under water? What's down there? Anything bigger than a sea lion? Billy, you stopped beating your mallet, everyone stopped rowing. Is this it?

Decidere said...

Maybe it's the calm before the storm, but I feel more peaceable now. The shadows are gone, now it just sees like everything's far away. I'm going to try one of the tunnels now, just to get an idea how far they go. Maybe it already collapsed and I didn't notice. Too busy eating I guess, there were the others, and then they were gone too. Feel full, could use a nap, but want to get where it's a bit darker just in case. Who knows, I could get to like it down here.

Decidere said...

Lights flickering the tunnels, almost like mini-explosions far away. Ears pounding now, too much running. Everything seems to run downhill - don't know who built this maze. Hope they knew what they were doing.

Miguel de las Animas Perdidas said...

There are Joshua trees around me now. I turned from the light and now find myself on the edge of the Mojave Desert. It's quite surreal, esp in the twilight. Not sure how I got here. Maybe the aquatic morph wasn't the best idea I've ever had... Heading for the Pacific Ocean tomorrow. Let's hope the strained tendrils of reality at this edge of the hive hold for a bit longer. Des, maybe it's time to abandon the gnawing at the hive substructure, and grow some hair. You're looking a little tender, (vulnerable), in your current incarnation, regardless of the bardo you're currently calling home. GFT, Mansky, once I reach water, I'll try and find your portal. Keep on sending those hive-mind vibes.

Decidere said...

No problem, Bro, I'm working on a little tenderness as we speak (as the old joke goes, "Why did he go back to the Hive? Couldn't leave his friend's behind"), and the hair seems to have grown back just fine.

Since the Hive's mainly under water now anyway, might as well turn it into a theme park. Water Bardo, wonder if that's been trademarked yet?