Pinzgauer at the gates

October 17, 2009

This morning an army pinzgauer parked up outside;  a squad of soldiers got out and milled about. J Stan and Tul strolled out, in uniform with rifles. Seems the squaddies have been told to secure the area; the lieutenant with them tried to order J about but it didnt quite work. J has let them bunk behind the gatehouse. Seems that Cardiff is overrun by freaks and the army think they are heading north.

The team from the office, Tul and a couple of the cardif refugees had what J called a “Chinese parliament”. We are going to dig in and prepare for a siege. I suggested as a joke that we rig the leaning tower as a boobly trap. J nodded – “good idea – Stan, look into it eh?

At sunset a guy came up to the gate on a mountain bike; the Lieutenant – or rupert as Stan called him tried to turn him back but the guys from Naz were having a coffee on the battlement and called Tul over. The guy is from Caerphilly RFC – the team and their families are hold up in the clubhouse; they have spotted a bunch of freaks moving around over towards the warren. they’d like to join us – the guy (the scrum half as you asked) says that they are all kitted with baseball or cricket bats – one guy even has a shotgun. so they are quite welcome says J – and are coming in tomorrow

Big Boys Toys

October 13, 2009

The town seemed a bit quieter today so J, Tul and me got in the focus and went for a spin / recce / scrounge. The houses were pretty much shut up but we pushed on as far as the Watford hill and found the petrol station deserted – as was the housing estate by it. The pumps hadnt run dry so we filled up the car and some petrol cans in case. This stuff wont  be around  for long if this carries on.

Tul thought he could hear a vehicle, so we trooped out to look – an army landrover chugged into the forecourt – one guy in it. He got out and looked over to us – J is still in uniform, while Tul and I are in a mix of suit, cargoes, light fleece and woolly hats. The guy looked rough, sweating, coughing and kept walking towards us holding an SA80 in his hands. J told him to stay where he was. The bloke just said “sarge…..sarge….” and kept coming. J ordered him to drop the weapon. He didn’t and tried to bring it up but before he could, J shot him. Twice, in the chest. The guy dropped and we walked over. I can t say I was enjoying it. The guy got up, dropped the rifle and lunged at J who stepped back. Tul stepped in and there was a soft but meaty “CHUNK” and then two thuds.

Believe all they tell you about the Gurkha and his kukri.

We looked in the back – there was  a longish bag,  some bergens and bloodstains. None of us fancied the stains. J looted around in the front . we opened the bag and found six more SA80s. with a couple of magazines each. J and Tul took one each and put the rest in the boot. I looked at the guys’s rifle – “do not touch it” said Tul “we’re leaving it all ” J agreed “not even the dinkie” he said. Then he handed his pistol to me “safety is on – this is OFF. Now its back on. Take it off, Point And Squeeze. One shot at a time and only when I or Tul tell you. Got it?”

When the soldier gives a loaded gun to a civilian, well it cant be good, can it?

Its not at all comfortable here; we have some tinned stuff and water but these big stone walls that keep people out also keep the cold firmly in; if we are here in winter its going to be C O L D. We’ve had a few parties out getting firewood just in case and Stan has been trying to see if one of the chimneys has a clear flue .

J has been looking at what we have – a load of 9mm and 5.56 ammo but two pistols and the golf clubs / axes from the office. There’s a bit of local rioting but as yet no one else has had the idea of forting up in the castle. good.

The visitor centre had a wireless connection and as the electric grid is still running we are using it as much as possible. Also whatever batteries we can charge for mobiles etc – we are charging them  daily.

H and Kar have been googling like mad and have come up with a few things – this is worldwide, there has been serious action down in London and the US seems to have had real problems . no real clue as to what has started some kind of urge to run amok, attack and kill. Stan has taken to calling them  “the freaks” and the name has stuck. J seems to be taking it in his stride and is very focused – the rest of us are doing more or less as he says. Tul has his mates from Naz well organised. the folks who came with us from cardiff are getting calls on their mobiles from neighbours. sound like the old town has gone utterly mental. the BBC are still broadcasting on the radio but TV is pretty much off. the radio is mainly public service, emergency warnings etc. apparently the situation is under control……

The Big Cheese

October 8, 2009

Things are a bit medeival right now.

we are settling into caerphilly castle as a refuge/hq or as J calls it a “FOB”. he seems to seeing this as a war. he may be right.

we bailed out of north cardiff in a hurry and using my “ryman” pass and J’s military backround, got through an army checkpoint at coryton. we headed off over caerphilly mountain looking for somewhere to stop and get ourselves together. we were polishing off the last of the naans from naz, when Tul asked where we were going now? everyone looke at J, except kar who looked at her map. J said caerphilly castle and we all laughed.  seems he was serious.

en route we found caerpilly town in a bit of a stew; order had pretty much gone with the supermarkets getting worked over.  as an organised group we were able to stock up some basic stuff but nothing cordon bleu…..

and then we rolled into the castle. the gates were open and stan drove the police ford right in with us trooping alongside. the staff were long gone. J looked around and kicked the main gates – and looked up at the portcullis. “this’ll do” he muttered.