I'm personally a little interested in the abandonded hummer....when/why/how etc....
I'm personally a little interested in the abandonded hummer....when/why/how etc....
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Ah, good point. I just took a quick glimpse of the distance. I'm too lazy to actually look up what cities lie between them. But I am going to assume you are right. I don't think KC would overlook something like this, especially when our heroes were trying to flee California and found so much congestion. Since it was brought up then, I'm thinking that the freeway between Boulder and Ft. Irwin must be fairly clear of traffic and debris.
That's also likely. I'm sure that they would want to create a safe route between Boulder and Irwin so that supplies and people didn't have to rely on a C-130 for travel.
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Started yet ANOTHER relisten to the whole series, when describing Saul, Michael says he came from the mountain division....couldn't handle the cold.
1 - a nod to future setting?
2 - Sauls got the base virus and would freeze in the cold, hence hating it so much, lol
3 - Saul stayed in the colony for the climactic reasons, it goes way deeper than Lizzy's bun in the oven.
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Let's see if we can build the story around the clues:
It's was dead but no blood on the hummer.
There were bullets left, but it wasn't the casing.
It seem to be there for a while.
All the doors were open.
Maybe the hummer just died and the troopers were more to another transportation.
Odd that no one came by bring it back to the base for repair.
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or the fact that he's black. black people have more melanin in their skin which reflects sunlight, so he would be more suited to a sunnier, and warmer, environment than say a colder climate where it also tends to be cloudier, and where he would be more susceptible to sun deprivation based illness. on the reverse, us white folk can better live in places with a lot of cloud cover, because we have less skin pigment and absorb more sunlight, making better use of the time when the sun is actually out. germany, for my brief years there, was cloudy like, all the time, and also pretty cold. then again, some people just don't like the cold
Corporal Puck couldn’t believe how badly he’s fouled things up. It was supposed to be a simple supply run to the outpost outside Yermo, just drop off some recruits and a couple of truckloads of supplies. But something had gone wrong, and now he and his little convoy were lost on a lonesome stretch of highway.
He looked to the private driving the hummer. “Pull over, I need to check the map”. It only took a moment to confirm the ugly truth, he should have turned right when he hit I-40, not left!
“Driver, what’s your name? Did you catch that road sign back behind us?”
“It’s Carl, corporal. The sign said Newberry Springs”. That was bad! They’d gone a good 30 miles in the wrong direction, and they were deep in un-patrolled territory.
Thinking fast, Puck announced, “Okay, we’re at the limit of our patrol. Let’s turn around and head back to the outpost”. Carl put the hummer in gear and started a wide turn, the three 5-ton trucks following slowly.
But just as the hummer reached the edge of the road everything went to hell. The 50 caliber on the lead 5-ton opened fire, shooting over the top of the hummer. Carl, startled, let go fo the wheel and the hummer careened into the ditch by the side of the road. He threw it into reverse, but they were in too deep a hole to get out under their own power.
Puck was out in a flash, looking in the direction that the truck was still firing. Zombies. A whole field full of them moving toward the freeway.
“Everybody out,” he shouted to Carl and the three recruits crammed in the back. “Grab your shit and get in the trucks...now!”
Carl grabbed his rifle, but somehow released the magazine, which fell base-first to the floor well, ejecting 5.56mm rounds around the cabin. Carl grabbed the emptied magazine and started to collect the rounds, but stopped when he heard Puck shout for him to, “Leave them!”.
As his little convoy sped away from the abandoned hummer Puck couldn’t help wondering how he was going to explain all this to Colonel Kimmet.
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true that, but i figured since the two most volatile members of the fourm (osi and myself) have reached an understanding towards each other, and the rest of the folks here are intelligent and open minded enough to not fly off the handle, i figured it was safe to mention.
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