"This is “Pogo The Pudding Head” Supposed to be funny, that’s what the sign said, But since he came, to my home town, The people here wear dreadful frown. They lock up their wives, They lock up their daughters,…"
fucking hell... i knew it. didn't i just fucking predict what was coming? got the orders an hour ago along with an hour long briefing from some lab monkey.
the last few days we spent working our way around the wall, checking for problems. and there were some fucked up problems. strange fucking shit going down around this city. i can't believe some of the shit we ran into... shit with no logical explanation, shit that scares the hell out of all of us. we were told not to…
goddamn! some days i really love my fucking job. so we're still in the middle of locking down chicago, il. sappers have set up a wall around the entire city. nothing gets in, nothing gets out without our say so. the navy and coast guard are constantly patrolling the rivers and lakes. the evacuation procedures have officially ended, although we expect to recover hold outs barricaded here and there. now we can fucking get this party started.