Callsign: Timmerman Annex of the Harambe Settlement

How do I use this thing?

What did March write when she did this?

Is anyone out there?

Freddie, go ask March if people respond right away?

One thing after another with this airfield!

RODGER Rodger, 10-420 Gamma. Ostrich. Lion. Delta. Alpha. I am here.

Here we are 4.5 years later, I listened to my little brother and we have never left this dumb airport.

Oh wow, I didn't know it was recording.

Uh. Hello?

My name is Golda Radcliffe, I am 19 years old, I am the Airfield Depot Manager of the Timmerman Annex of the Harambe Settlement, as well as the deputy technology officer for the Harambe West End power project. I am new to the computer radio transmitty thingy. I deal mostly with power generation and pirating power from unlikely sources.

Um, Yes, Focus.

March's Message:

This message is by way of location: Milwaukee, Wisconsin, United States, North America. Coordinates: Latitude 43.038902 Longitude -87.906471

If you receive this communication do make your way to this place.

Today’s date is September the 1st 2031 pre-fall time. The fall began and lasted for three years from 2022 until 2025; we have survived, sustained, and now thrive.

This is the first communication we have been able to send out since our catastrophic failure in July of 2030.

I read the rest of March's old message, there is a history lesson, which if you don't know it by now 6 years ago Atlas finally Shrugged and our world all but exploded. Her message also had our History teacher's obituary.

Dear Survivor,

If you are actually reading or hearing this transmission, I would rather not rehash that devastating blow to the children of this apocalypse.

We will be happy to show you his library. We still haven't heard from Harriet Bouvier in Nova Scotia but for our departed teacher's sake we believe she is still out there.

I don't even think this is sending, how old is this thing anyway?

Well, nobody came back to tell me what else to tell you, if there even is a you.

I guess... Story Time!

We are not from the Harambe settlement. I will tell you how we got here, if that helps. Does that help? I wish I knew if I was supposed to wait for a response.

Freddie and I are from Okauchee you say it like "Oak Awe Chi". I am 19 now, so I was 13 and Freddie was 10 when the Fall really began for us.

My mom hoarded food and seeds our entire life, she talked about how God would let us know every direction to take, but we would always need to know to,"propagate, prepare, and preserve our food"

Our dad believed fully in the war to preserve Israel he definitely liked to drink alcohol and post angry things on the internet. I can not tell you why these are the details I remember but I think they were important somehow.

In 2025, we left our home.

My mother and father had finished the attic of our home in 2020 when the sick locked us in the house; I was only 9 then and Freddie was 6.

By the end of 2022 we lived in our attic and basement exclusively. We didn't really notice that the fall had already started around us, maybe our parents did a good job? On August the 7th 2024, we saw our parents for the last time.

My mother had been nesting weeks prior, around old 4th of July she ramped up, moving things like jewelry, camping gear, non-perishables, survival books and all of the backpacks she could find to the attic. She and dad also moved all firearms, first aid, and maps to the "GO CAR", this was the name of our Jeep. We kept this vehicle down in a garage near the boat launch. My parents cars were in our garage.

On August the 6th of 2024 we heard smashing glass on the first floor of our home. Freddie slept through it, mom, dad and I did not. Dad opened the hatch on the attic and grabbed his gun. He re-emerged an hour later speaking in low whispers to my mom. I was 12 and Freddie was 9. When we woke up in the morning there was a great number of bottles, buckets, and every conceivable container filled with water in our attic against a backdrop of the backpacks non-perishables and survival books. We did not even know what toys were anymore. That morning each of our parents spent quality time imparting every single bit of knowledge and know how they could muster. It felt weird. It felt like they knew they weren't coming back.

We ate our last meal with our parents that night. Mom and dad laughed and cried. We got ready for bed. They both tucked us into our beds they told us when 7 days had passed we could leave the attic. Our dad said there was a pack of animals out and he and mom needed to get them.

While we slept, our parents went to the furthermost portion of the front of our property. They put out their signs and flags, they each had a firearm and every bottle of wine they could find. They had pulled brush over our drive and barricaded the doors, they even made a bonfire with Mom's Camry. Freddie slept while I moved down the hatch to a window that faced my parent's private party.

A large truck came after a few hours of my parents being loud, getting drunk, and shooting rounds. As I watched my eyes focused on the glow of the car on fire. That was when I heard the sound of my mother scream the blasts of rapid gunfire from several weapons and finally some unknown voice saying, " That's what religious extremism gets you, Zionists!"

After which, there was one more resounding gunshot.

I was shocked, I was 12. I walked back into the attic locked the hatch and went to bed. I heard people in the lower levels of the house. Freddie and me hid there eating trail mix, and playing cards for 7 days.

On the 7th day we made sure there were no vehicles around our home, we opened the hatch. The walls were painted with graffiti: "Zionists!" and "Religious Zealots" and "Christian Extremists!". All were written in red and I had zero idea what any of it truly meant. We spent that day in the house in our old rooms playing with our toys.

The next day we pulled the things down from the attic. We drove Dad's car down to the GO CAR with everything stuffed in. We set up camp at the boat launch. That night when we lit our fire, other kids came out of the woods. It turns out that most everyone's parents in our neighborhood were killed. I resolved to find my parents the next day.

I walked to the house, I checked one of the jewelry boxes hoping to find something I could have to always remember her. I found a small gold chain and then I found a small heart shaped locket with my name on it. When I opened it there was a photo of my mother and me as a baby. I put it around my neck. I went and grabbed both a shovel and a yard tarp.

I walked up to the end of our drive where I found them. They were lying next to the burned car between lawn chairs in an area littered with wine bottles, bullet casings, and signs that said things like "God Only Judges Us", and "The Legend of Israel Is Real." I knew then and I know now Religious Extremism is child abuse.

I am Golda, a survivor of the fall, I ripped that locket right off my neck, threw it in the lake, while sobbing near the fire at our camp.

Child Abuse.

The 12 year old just buried you in the front yard while distracting your 9 year old and trying to come to terms with how exactly you just got yourselves killed 6 months before the end of the fall.

That locket can tarnish at the bottom of that empty lake for what you did to us. You left us, willingly, not to save us but to prove your point. Congrats, I don't even want to remember you any longer.

I told Freddie to concern himself with the kids so that I could focus on burying our parents. To this day, he has been dedicated to this purpose, he is a hunter and the leader of the Children's Brigade. We were able to camp there until late 2025.

10 of us, none older than I.

When food had run dry and fish stopped biting, we packed everything up in the GO CAR, and two other large vehicles with two 11 year old boys that swore they could drive. We made a caravan to Lannon Quarry. When we arrived, we found some more kids and one frazzled babysitter called Julie.

Julie helped us start an RV that had been left at the campsite of the quarry. They too were quickly running out of food. We packed up that RV with all of the kids and everything we could find that seemed useful. Julie and I had 2 walkie-talkies that by some grace worked.

Freddie and I had the GO CAR leading. We traveled slowly, we didn't actually know how to drive, we were winging it. When we pulled into gas stations we would send all the kids in, to raid everything. We camped each night in old parks to avoid the people who must be out there somewhere. When we raided the deli on Pilgrim and Silver Spring, we turned East and continued. I saw the old Walmart and radioed Julie. Freddie had other ideas. He saw the airfield just beyond the little league fields.

After we had gotten everyone settled in the terminal and tower, Julie and I returned to the old Walmart, 10 times or more. Each time we filled the RV with everything we could find that would sustain the children and come in handy.

We used car batteries to power the tower radio, which connected us finally with March Jericho. March brought a party through the entire city to come to our aid. March and her party walked through the city and reached us here two weeks after we arrived and radioed.

What really happened was that Julie, Freddie, and I had created a safe haven on the West End, with the largest population of youth that any other survivors had yet encountered. We didn't know how much time had passed while we had camped and traveled from our home into the city. When March told us the date and we realized we had been out in the wild for 2.5 years all of us celebrated. We lost our parents, we re-grouped, we foraged, hunted, and fished, we had raided and looted, we survived.

Julie is now in charge of the youth housing and schooling for the entire Harambe Settlement.

Freddie is learning to fly the planes that are here, while he continues to lead the Children's brigade.

We carry on. 4.5 years and we have a swath of land from here clear across the city East to old lake Michigan. You are very welcome to come to the Harambe Settlement from any direction at this point.

I hope this is what March wanted me to send out to the world.

-Golda Radcliffe;

Air Field Depot Manager of the Timmerman Annex of the Harambe Settlement; Deputy technology officer for the Harambe West End power production project

The Harambe Settlement, Former Lake Michigan, East Facing Coast, New Earth.

09.01.2031