Saturday, June 15, 2013

Day 48 – Debriefing the Dispatcher

That entry title seems a lot more sexual in nature than I intended… So, I have talked before about one of the most frustrating things that we have been forced to deal with is the sheer lack of knowledge. We are calling these things zombies for lack of a better term. Who is to say that is not what they are? But where did they come from? What has caused this? Is this a worldwide pandemic or is it just restricted to the United States? Or just Oklahoma? We just don’t know.
We gained access to a little more insight because of one member of the group that made it over from ACE Hardware. Shannon Fox was working as a police dispatcher in Vinita. She was literally working the switchboard (technically it is all computerized now) when everything started falling to pieces. While she was not standing side by side with the sheriff of Craig County, she was monitoring calls for ambulances, fire trucks, and all sorts of 911 calls. Car crashes, calls for what they thought was domestic disturbances at first… Then things really started to fall apart. Deputies and officers were sending panicked calls of “sickly” and “mangled” perpetrators attacking people. And gunshots were not taking them down. Bath salts, meth heads, tweekers hopped up on PCP? The police didn’t know. After all, cops are trained to shoot above the heart or in the knee. They want the subject down but lethal force is usually only authorized when their lives are in jeopardy. 
Shannon began to see a high concentration of calls from both Vinita and Langley. And she heard the main sheriff on the phone with some federal agency giving an alert about something called Kharon. Out of our group, I was the only one to pick up on that and I made sure that is what she said.
If you don’t remember your eighth grade mythology class, Kharon (or sometimes spelled Charon) was the skeleton dude in Greek mythology that ferried the newly deceased across the River Styx into the land of the dead. He basically was the template for the Grim Reaper. You pronounce it Kay-ron. I know this seems geeky and insignificant but consider this. If there is a name for this crisis, it was probably labeled by the government, which means it is a large enough clusterhump, like Operation: Fast and Furious, to get an official title. Which means there is probably a manila folder somewhere stamped all over it with words like “Classified” “Eyes Only” and probably more than one biohazard symbol.
Which basically means… we are screwed.
Shannon and one of the deputies at the station must have realized how bad things were getting around town and decided to bug out quick. Of course, it was not before pulling an Alex and loading down the back of Shannon’s pickup with a healthy supply of guns and ammo from “the cage” where they keep all the weapons in the sheriff’s office. Shannon made it out of the city. Her deputy did not. She won’t talk about it much but I get the impression that he made have held off a mob of zoms, allowing her to escape. Her plan was to head through Langley to get to Spavinaw where her family is located. A particularly large shamble of zoms diverted her off the road and she made it inside ACE before they went into lockdown. 
So, all things considered, I guess it is finally time to talk about it. I swear on Monday, I will address Zero Hour.