Board Thread:Lores/@comment-30248084-20171231001022

Disclaimer: This topic is fully under the current knowledge and facts off of many governmental powers, Some topics you may see may or may not be convincingly true at all. The story that you see here is a recording of Blackfield Station and how it may have have possibly went out in it's current state.

Government Recording: 1/3

Location: England/Scotland Border

Report: British MI5 | U.S

Recording Date: July 11th, 2021

'''[Recording begins in a small building next to the Bus Terminal. It was dark outside with some lights powered on by electricity. A man in his forties speaking into a hand-held radio which is having technical difficulties. The man slams the transmitter on the very desk in bitterness, muttering unintelligible words for the camera to pick up]'''

[The door next to the desk opens outward, and a young looking teenager enters inside with a questioning look]

Dillon: "So... No one?"

Peterson: [The man sighs with resignation and sits back into an old and worn chair] "The damn radio itself, that's what. This Midland Emergency Radio cannot pick up anything out here!"

Dillon: [The teenager closes the door behind him, then takes a seat next to the desk] "Have you tried cranking it? It's not as new as it once was..."

Peterson: "It's not the power kid... There's not a tower around here that is operable anymore or we are no longer in range of. I knew coming here will make us deaf out here."

Dillon: "It's still a good choice you made. Your wife is already having a hard time with a newborn already..."

Peterson: "Hmpf.." [The man turns his chair to the window, his back to the teenager]

'''[The teenager stares for a moment. Probably thinking if he said something wrong]'''

Dillon: "Mr. Harvey?"

Peterson: "Just... leave me alone Dillon."

Dillon: "Well.. I only came here to tell you about dinner Mr. Harvey, not... umm..."

Peterson: [The chair shifts to show a portion of his face - the man was making eye contact with the teenager] "Yeah. I will be there. I will be a little late, thats all..."

[Silence for a few second, Dillon gets up and opens the door and heads outside, closing the door behind him]

'''[The man looks to the door hesitantly, then back to the window. He exhales deeply while looking outside]'''

'''[The camera changes to inside of the Terminal, a small campfire was flickering flames in the air with puffs of smoke billowing out to a hole at the end of the walkway - which was suppose to lead to the other side of the station in the old days. A few people had bowls in their hands, consuming beans as their meal while talking about things relating to this station]'''

'''[The same teenager enters from a doorway not in the camera's range. Some of the group murmered their hellos. Dillon gets a bowl of beans and sits next to a woman holding a young infant in her arms]'''

Jessica: "He coming?"

Dillon: "He will. Just having a fit over our crummy little radio again."

Jessica: "Yes, I am surprised that it has lasted longer than I have expected for probably a decade.."

Dillon: "And... He's still not on board with... well.." [The teenager looks to the tiny infant, which was fast asleep]

Jessica: "He isn't ready to be a father. For him to lead a group is already a stressful feat, but to look after me and our son.."

Frank: [The man next to the campfire speaks up - he was listening on the conversation] "You cannot blame him really. He does not want to lose more that he is so attached to."

Jessica: [The woman chuckles lightly] "He's more attached to everyone here."

'''[After a few minutes is silence with the barely audible munching, the man enters and takes a seat next to the woman after getting his bowl of beans. The man stretches his arm and wraps it around the woman in a comforting hug]'''

[The recording clicks off when the small group get ready for the night as they douse the fire]

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