The Survivor Journals

 The Mag (Mutual Assistance Group) are prepared and professional operators who are here to take a stand in these troubling times.  We have the manpower, skills and tools to oppose any malicious threat we may face.  It is our duty to assist those in our community who are in need.  We will confront and combat any obstacle we may face to ensure peace and liberty. Think of us a private security organization.  Many of us were various first responders from police, fire and ems before the collapse.  However, now we feel that we are best purposed for maintaining order.  Our original intention was to help or fellow brothers and our community and that is just what we're gonna do. We we're never the kind of militia that we're often portrayed in the media.  We never advocated any antigovernmental sentiments or had any intentions to overthrow the government.  We left that to those boogaloo types over a Fedder Farms.  Fedder's son and his friends trie...

 Helping people who can't do anything for me is a waste of my fucking time.  I don't give a shit about their problems.  You do you and I'll do me.  I'll help you if you're willing to pay my price though.  Especially if it involves killing people. I don't have any problem paying people for work.  That's just what you do.  I also don't have a problem dropping a motherfucker if they want to fuck around and find out.  I don't intend on being subtle about it either.  No, string their ass up, that's what Evan has a fucking hanging tree in the front yard for.  If Evan's dad has a problem with that then that's his problem.  If that douche of an uncle has a problem well fuck him too.  I've told Evan I'd deal with that problem for years now.  Even Sean has made the offer. Fuck everyone else out there too for that matter.  If someone wants war well, I have no problem going scorched earth.  Such things as war crimes don't ex...

 I'm what you call an apple that fell very far from the tree.  My family has owned this farm for generations but, it has never been a concern to me.  I've always been more interested in drugs, drunken bar fights and paintball.  Even a stint in the Marines, 2 marriages and 2 kids that I'll probably never see again couldn't straighten me out.  Though somehow I have yet to drag my family's reputation down with me.  Even with my friends and I having this reputation of being terrorists since we fought against the state in our own little boogaloo. We've always been very well respected and always kept our ears to the ground.  My Dad has even been jokingly referred to as the unofficial mayor of our little town.  Though that title seems to have become a real thing since the collapse.  Then again, it's a lot easier to have the power when you have what everyone needs. We have one of the largest farms in the region.  We also were lucky enough to hav...

Morality and decency go right out the window the moment that thin veil gets lifted.  I shouldn't be that surprised though.  Things have become medieval for most.  Take last night for example.  We were on night patrol duty.  Nothing special, just making sure sentries are awake and no perimeter breaches.  That hasn't been an attempt on the herd in over a month now.  That's probably because all would be poachers have been deterred by by the body hanging and rotting away at the end of the driveway. I guess these days you have to do whatever it takes.  No economy, no supply logistics, no hospitals or emergency responders.  Most importantly, no law and order.  There are those who make the attempt at restoring what we once called normal but, they all of their own unique takes on what that normal was.  Others, believe that because they have the means and motive that they should be the ones to run the show. As for us, we just want to be left...