The Journal of Madie Beartri

Journal 104

Casey once again left on her trip thru the bad part of town to see her undisclosed friend.  I asked where she was going and whom was she seeing. She said it wasn’t any of my business. I am trying hard not to be noisy but curiosity and concern for Aleece has me a little suspicious. I guess I should be happy that she asks me to take care of Aleece while she is away.

Aleece, Lost and I traveled out to the Spurs Campsite to see Joshua. They have really built things up out there. They have fenced in a large part of the area where the cattle are grazing and have put up several buildings. Joshua said they have more plans for construction. He plans to build an entire fort. I can’t wait to see it. I guess this means they plan to stay for a long time. I’m glad because I like Joshua he is a good leader.

After lunch, Aleece and I accompanied Joshua to town for supplies. Everything was going well until we decided to stop for a drink at one of the local bars. We were sitting at a comfortable table, enjoying our drinks, and having a nice conversation when three men dressed in black walked into the bar. They demanded to see the proprietor. The proprietor came out and invited the men to the back room. Joshua and I looked at each. Should we leave, should we stay? I need to learn to make decisions more quickly. Just as we were getting ready to pay our tab, one of the men hurled the proprietor thru the door. He crashed into the tables on the other side of the room.

I picked up Aleece and Joshua paid the tab. All I heard was “We want the drugs or payment.” We were half way down the street a minute later.

Journal 103

Apparently, the members of people Bear Country object to rules put in place without their consent. I try to be a good leader but sometimes it seems I jump the gun and forget that other people have opinions. With that said, I held a meeting to discuss “Bliss” with everyone that lives in Bear Country. Most people attended. Sheriff Pete discussed the proposed no drug use policy inside of Bear Country. Marty, Gretchen, and Cecelia gave a wonderful talk on the pitfalls of using drugs and the journal club helped by making the fliers and pictures for the presentation. It seems I prematurely banned the use of “Bliss” inside of Bear Country. I focused on the illegal drug issue. It didn’t occur to me that I should take a vote.

The citizen of Bear Country voted to:

1. Ban the use of “Bliss” inside of Bear Country.
2. Anyone caught using “Bliss” inside of Bear Country will be asked to stop their use.
3. If they cannot stop using “Bliss”, they will be asked to leave Bear Country.
4. Anyone caught selling “Bliss” inside of Bear Country will be asked to leave immediately.

Casey made it back to Bear Country safely. I still do not know who she went to see or why.

Journal 102

Aleece is spending the entire day with me. Casey left early this morning on her little journey thru the bad part of town to see her undisclosed friend. She said she would be home by nightfall. I hope Casey knows what she is doing. I have the awful feeling that something bad is going to happen. She is being extremely secretive. I asked Tony if he knew what was going on with Casey. He said he didn’t have a clue.

Matt and Hemy dropped by my room. They are doing well and look so incredibly happy. I think I am somewhat envious. Hemy says things are going well at Central with one exception. Someone is distributing drugs and not the good kind that cures illnesses. Twice this week Matt stumbled across some sad looking individual in the park next to the Central Campus obviously strung out on something.

I was just getting ready to say that I haven’t seen any drug use near Bear Country, when Sheriff Pete walked up and interrupted. He said that the use of drugs is becoming a problem in the community. The sellers are calling this drug. “Bliss” To my surprise the locker incident yesterday was actually Pete interrupting a sale of “Bliss” inside Bear Country.

There are no laws in place forbidding the use of illegal drugs. Even if there were any such laws, it would be difficult to enforce. The local gangs have their own codes of conduct. I have asked the journal club to put up fliers inside Bear Country. Anyone caught using “Bliss” inside Bear Country will have to find a new place to live. Hemy and Matt will be placing similar fliers inside the Central Campus. Out of concern for the local community, I plan to visit a few of the other gangs in town and ask for their support against “Bliss”. If enough gangs ban the use of “Bliss” perhaps we can stop this from becoming too much of a problem.

Journal 101

It’s been a lazy day. I haven’t done much of anything. I did take Lost for a walk. We took a short walk, once around the block. There is nothing important to discuss about Bear Country. Although, I did round a corner earlier today on my way to the cafeteria for grilled cheese and see Sheriff Pete slam someone up against a locker. I asked if I could be of assistance. Pete said “No” rather abruptly…”Problem solved!” Pete looked as if he had things under control. The locker ornament looked as if he was getting Pete’s message loud and clear. I didn’t want to intrude so I went back the way I had come. I am curious about the dispute. I didn’t recognize the person slammed against the lockers. Oh well, the next time I see Sheriff Pete, I will ask him about the fight.

Casey said she needed to go on a small trip tomorrow to see an old friend. The journey would take her thru the bad part of town and she didn’t want to take Aleece along.  I asked, “what friend?”  Casey said he was just a friend. I didn’t know him.  I asked if it was Xavier. Casey looked at me as if I was crazy. She said that if I didn’t want to watch Aleece just say so. She would get someone else. I agreed to watch Aleece. I hope Casey knows what she is doing. The last time she went on a little trip she disappeared for a couple of months.

Journal 100

The nightmare I had last night was extremely disturbing. I dreamt I was back in Mathias’s jail. Mathias, Xavier, and Casey were on the outside of the jail cell laughing at me. Aleece was also on the outside of the jail cell but she was in a crib with a bottle just out of her reach. I was trying to reach thru the cell bars to give it to her but my arms wouldn’t reach. She was crying so hard. I was begging and begging for Mathias, Xavier, and Casey to help me. They just laughed and laughed.

I woke up crying, my heart was racing so hard I thought it was going to explode. I sat up in bed, no bars, no jail cell. Where was Aleece? I started to panic, and then I remembered that Aleece was with Casey down the hall. I jumped out of bed, grabbed my robe, and headed down the admin hallway to Casey’s room.  I didn’t knock; I just went in and picked up Aleece.  Casey was a little startled to find me in her room. I must have looked dreadful. She asked me if I was feeling ok. I hugged Aleece tight and simply said “I’m fine. Bad dream.”

Casey didn’t try to take Aleece away from me. She let me hug Aleece until I had finished. Casey invited me down to the cafeteria for a cup of tea. We ran into Tony on the way. He keeps some weird hours. We all had a nice conversation. Tony and I filled Casey in on everything that happened while she was away. It was probably about 4:30 in the morning when we decided to go back to bed. I gave Aleece back to Casey. Tony walked me back to my room.

Journal 99

People walked around in a daze for a couple of days. I think everyone was in shock. The explosion at 400 Mason Street caught everyone by surprise. There are always casualties in a war but I don’t think we were expecting the amount of casualties that occurred because of the explosion. For the next week, the local gangs buried their dead.

Bear Country was lucky, no one from our gang died. Was it luck or fate? I don’t know. Pete and I were walking toward the building when it exploded. The explosion knocked me off my feet and threw me backwards. I hit my head on one of the big blue mailboxes. Pete sustained minor injuries only a couple cuts and bruises. Matt and Jonas were off fighting somewhere out of my view. I was glad to see the both of them walking up the street after the explosion. For a while, I wasn’t sure if they had made it inside the building before it exploded.

With the war stopped, Hess and the Blue Monarchs set out to organize meetings between the local gang leaders. These meetings intended to solve several issues in the community that were causing difficulties. I think the meetings help, although a couple of the meetings I attended actually began and ended with fists fights.  Most of the local gangs are a part of some gang association. We don’t always get along but we are making an honest attempt at rebuilding society.

Journal 98

I knew it was going to be a difficult day. I woke up that morning with a feeling of dread. By the time, I made it to town with Matt, Jonas, and Pete, that evening, a fight was already in progress.  Gang USA and Gang UPS were in a battle to the death. I don’t know who started the fight but I had heard rumors that Gang USA was going to attempt to take over Gang UPS’s mail depot.

Hess and the Blue Monarchs were doing their best to stop the fight but no one was listening. The number of people participating in the fight quickly grew in spite of their efforts. The news of the battle quickly spread thru out the community. By nightfall, nearly every gang in town was participating in the fight. The wounded were everywhere.

Hess and the Blue Monarchs continued their efforts of trying to stop the fight. Sadly, the battle injured several members of their gang. People were out of control. Rage and hate took over that day. The number of people actually inside 400 Mason Street is still a mystery. The explosion was unexpected. Many people died including most of the members from Gang USA and Gang UPS. The large explosion knocked nearly everyone off his or her feet. I would not be surprised if the casualties on the street equaled the number of casualties inside the building. The explosion stopped the fighting. The cause of the explosion is unknown but people have speculated that it was a gas leak.

After things had calmed down, Hess jumped on top of a broken down truck and told everyone to go home. She said our parents would not be proud of what we had become. She was right. We gathered our dead, wounded, and went home.

Journal 97

The violence against the mail carriers intensified. The fights between the different gangs became more destructive and violent. Day in and Day out the streets were filled with people protesting and chanting. It didn’t take much for the protest and chants to turn into violent encounters among the different gangs. Walking on the streets was increasingly risky.

It saddens me to think about how the people living inside Bear Country caught up in the violence. I was caught up in the violence. Matt, Jonas, Pete, and I held rallies and protest against Gang USA. We fought against other gangs who spoke badly against Gang UPS. Are lives became consumed with proving that Gang UPS was in the right and that Gang USA was responsible for all our troubles.

One gang was totally against the war. Hess was the leader of the Blue Monarchs. Hess and the Blue Monarchs were in the streets daily trying to get people to put down their weapons and talk things out. Not a lot of people seemed interested in what she had to say.

Hess and the Blue Monarchs dropped by Bear Country on one evening. Hess attempted to get the gang leaders to meet and discuss the mail war issues. I agreed to attend the meeting. Unfortunately, the gathering of the local gang leaders would happen too late to avoid a major catastrophe.

Journal 96

The wearing of colors to support the mail carriers was suddenly the thing to do. I have to admit that people in Bear Country took up this ritual.  The UPS Gang delivered our mail. I knew most of the carriers and they were good people. As far as I was concerned, the propaganda about the UPS carriers was false. They weren’t capable of the atrocities other gangs accused them of performing.

Billboards and signs began to appear all over town. “Support UPS” “Support USA” “UPS carriers steal your mail.” USA wants to control your life” the billboards were everywhere and most of them were spreading hate messages. Local businesses began to choose sides. If you wore the wrong color, local businesses denied you entrance into their establishments. This began to make getting food and the necessities of life difficult.

Friends began to argue with each other. Fights were breaking out all over town. Protest rallies began to popup all over town. Protesters from both gangs purposely schedule their rallies to be next to each other. It was a race to see who could get the most people to attend and yell the loudest. I attended some of these rallies. I barely escaped serious injury on more than one occasion.

Journal 95

I don’t have all the details of the mail war and this is only my recollection of what happened. The feuds between Gang USA and Gang UPS began small. At first, no one realized that there was even a problem. A couple of mail carriers had their mailbags stolen. This was one of the first efforts to keep the mail from delivery. Gang USA and Gang UPS responded by sending their mail carriers out in teams instead of single mail carriers. This declined the number of stolen mailbags.

It didn’t matter what side of Pass Road you were from, if you were a mail carrier people worshipped you.  People began to volunteer to be mail carriers. The more mail carriers there were the more location coverage. The leaders from both gang USA and gang UPS both set their goals to cover a majority of the surrounding areas. A few other gangs attempted to set up mail depots but they were put out of business. Rivals gangs burnt down their kiosks and the proprietor beaten to discourage mail delivery. The mail carrier occupation was suddenly an extremely dangerous job to hold. People began to take sides with either Gang USA or Gang UPS. Small bands of sympathizers set out to destroy the opposing gang’s mail carriers. Propaganda spread detailing the awful deeds of Gang USA and Gang UPS. Fights suddenly became commonplace over which gang was the actual victims in the mail war.