Entry 9 - Haven

Forwards Nine is the place we've been looking for ever since we left the capital. This is it. Salvation, if such a thing exists. It is secure, secluded and well stocked. Captain was telling me it was basicly being used as a glorified store house to support troops evacuating civilians. But, with how those early days went, the area collapsed quickly, the troops fell back, died or went rogue, and this place went forgotten. The Captain and his men decided to stay here, wisely too, considering the London massacre that followed.

Forwards Nine consists of three buildings: the storehouse, living quarters and a research lab. The stores here are ridiculous - a small warehouse of non-perishables - tins, army rations, dried foods... We have enough here to keep us comfortable for years!

As for the Captain and his men... they seem welcoming enough. You have to be very cautious these days. Survival hardens people very quickly, we've met our share of raiders and vultures. People who would murder you in cold blood if they thought you had something they needed. Strip away the social facade of expectations and graces, underneath is an ugly face. Believe it or not, those people were once ordinary - living their lives; work, relationships, traffic and drinks with friends. It's brought the worst out of people. 

I like to think that maybe it brings the best out in some people too. I hope that's what we've found here. With everything that's happened, God knows we could do with some luck and living in our lives.

Still Surviving

Katherine