RE419S | Day 3 | Night | Audio

[aluminumandash]

[ After dropping out of radio contact at the beginning of night two, Rust's voice comes crackling over the channel almost a full day later. ] Alright, I'm gonna make this quick. [ True to his word, he's speaking at a more rapid clip than usual, some of his words running together. He sounds focused, but without the intensity that tends to accompany it—he's running down a list. ]

Drones—least five altogether, though they go out in shifts—are patrolling the beach to the northeast. Jungle too, but they're more of a threat out in the open. Assume if you can hear that unauthorized transport announcement you're at risk. You hear a mechanical hum, you find cover and you stay still.

You don't know what a drone is, picture a worker bee without the queen. Or a cattle prod untethered from human conscience. They're metal, airborne, and, once they catch sight of you, very fucking fast. If they grab you, they'll electrocute you, drug you, and toss you in a tiny cell.

Animals don't like 'em either, and out here, if the animals don't like it, you don't like it.

Questions. Anyone here with medical knowledge or supplies? Anyone who knows about planes? I'll take practical or theoretical.


[ Threadjack away! Sorry this is like 3 infoposts in one! ]

Comments

TO994M; voice; day 4, morning

[cactusy]

Medical knowledge, yes; medical supplies, no.

[aluminumandash]

We're seeing all these markers of habitation, I figure, you know, there's gotta be something. Even if it's a burned-out husk.

What kinda training?

[cactusy]

Emergency medicine. Went to med school, did part of a residency, did a little field training in the Marines. None of that involved situations where I had literally no supplies at my disposal, though.