Text Messege Conversation. M.L. & S.L.

Mandy- "Sam? something is wrong here.  Please call ASAP!" Message Sent 2:55pm

Mandy- "CALL ME! EMERGENCY!" Message Sent 3:14pm

Mandy- "CALL ASAP I'm so scared. Please call.  I love you" Message Sent 3:45 pm

Mandy - "Sam please answer me im so scared pls answer i love you i'm so scared" Message Sent 4:32pm

Mandy- “Are you ok? I’m so scared. Everything here is going crazy, please tell me u r ok!” Message Sent 6:13 pm

Sam- “I love you, I just got service on my phone.  Is Trevor with you? Please tell me you guys are ok. I love you so much.  I am hiding with some other truckers in a gas station freezer outside of town.  Tell me where you are and I will find you.” Message Sent 6:21 pm

Mandy- (Message 1 of 2)“I love you so much.  I just tried to call you but can’t get enough service.   I am in the basement of the Catholic church downtown, but you can’t come here.  I think we are safe for right now, but we can here them on the streets and so many people are screaming.  Please stay where you are. I tried -”

Mandy- (Message 2 of 2) “-to find Trevor when this all started.  They weren’t in the school.   No 1 was in the school.  There was a teacher on the lawn, she said someone had taken the kids on a bus somewhere. I don’t know where he is.  She didn’t know where they went.  I don’t know where r baby is.” Message Sent 6:25 pm

Sam- “Did he have his phone.” Message Sent 6:27 pm

 Mandy- “yes. I think so. I don’t know.  He isn’t answering.  Do u think he is ok? Oh god my baby is out there somewhere.  Sam, I want to be with you.  I want this to be not happening.  Y is this happening? What are those things? Where is he?” Message Sent 6:30 pm

 Sam- “Baby, I love you and we will find each other and find Trevor.  You need to calm down.  I know you are scared, we’re all scared, but you need to be calm.  How many r with u?” Message Sent 6:32 pm

 Mandy- “Seven of us.  There are two other moms that were looking for their kids 2 and some other ppl.  I don’t know.  I’m so sorry.  I’m so sorry.  If you find Trevor before I do tell him that Mommy loves so much.” Message Sent 6:35pm

 Sam- “We will tell him together that mommy and daddy both love him so much.” Message Sent 6:34

 Mandy – “Something is at the door.  Oh god, Sam it’s scratching at the door. Oh god oh god I love you sam I love you Trevor I love you so much” Message Sent 6:38 pm

Sam- “WHATS HAPPENING?” Message Sent 6:39 pm

Sam – “Mandy? R u ok?” Message Sent 6:39 pm

Sam – “Mandy? R u ok?” Message Sent 6:40 pm

Sam – “Mandy? R u ok?” Message Sent 6:41 pm

Sam – “Mandy? R u ok?” Message Sent 642 pm

Sam – “Mandy? R u ok?” Message Sent 6:42 pm

Date Retrieved: 9-15-2021

Date Written: 3-7-2017 (Day of Invasion.)

Location Found: Messages retrieved from cellular phone found in St. Lucia’s basement.  1809 WaterLoo Ave., San Diego, CA

Other Notes: Writers are assumed to be Amanda and Samuel Larren. No further information is available on A., S., or child referenced in text.  Remains of 6 adults; 4f & 2m, found at site. 

Letter. CMA to RJA.

Robbie,

I am writing this letter on what I think is September 26^th or 27^th. I am not sure if you will find this, but if you do, Mom and I are going to try and make it up to the lake house. Those things seem to congregate in cities, so we are sticking to the back roads.  Come up there as soon as you can.  I hate the thought of you making it all the way across the country just to find an empty house, but I’m too scared of being trapped in the middle of town all winter. I’m so sorry for leaving. I wish that we could find you.  I wish that we knew whether or not you were ok. 

Here is what we do know.  Dad didn’t make it.  I hate that you might read those words by yourself in our empty house.  He didn’t get captured by those horrible things, for that at least I’m thankful.  What happened still seems unreal, but his truck slid off the road when he was driving out to Will’s to see if they made it (the house was empty, but no bodies so hopefully they made it somewhere safe).  It seems almost like a joke, some twisted, fucked up joke.  The world is being taken over by those walking nightmares from outer space, and it was ice that killed him.  At least he doesn’t have to see the world the way it is now, everyone hiding…creeping out in the middle of the night to forage…he wouldn’t have wanted to live this way.  Hell, none of us want to live this way.

Aunt Janie and Uncle Pete probably died when the siege hit Chicago.  The last we heard from them was that they were trying to make it out of the city during the night when it was easier to hide.  Everyone we’ve met has said that it is pretty much a burned out ruin now; so we gave up hope on them awhile ago.  As I’m sure you can guess, Mom isn’t taking the news about Janie very well. She’s really hoping that Bridget somehow made it through though, and that you guys managed to find each other. If you are with her, tell her I’m sorry about her parents. And tell her that I love her.  And I love you too.

I can’t give up that we’ll all be together soon.  That is really the only thing keeping me going.  If you did make it to the house, DO NOT try to stock up on food or fuel around here.   There’s a whole nest of those monsters at Donage’s grocery store and Blain Jankowski was ripped apart in the parking lot Phil’s auto, so that whole side of town should be avoided.  We left some cans of vegetables in the basement.  Mom made sure that there wasn’t any cans of peas because, as she says, “he never did like those.” Haha, I love that it is the apocalypse and Mom thinks that you are still going to be picky about what you eat. 

I miss you, Robbie.  And I am so scared.  Please find us, please.  I love you. 

Love,

Claire

Date Retrieved: 11-02-2038

Date Written: 9- 2?-201? (Estimated 2018, 1 year P.I.)

Location Found: Private Home, Taped to Kitchen table.  423 Marietta Street, Crivitz, WI

Other Notes: House was found in good condition with no animal/human/alien occupants. It is assumed that communication did not reach recipiant.  From papers found in home (see indexed file A62H) writer is assumed to be Claire Marie Anderson, (D.O.B. 12-5-2002) writing to older brother Robert James Anderson (D.O.B. 5-18-1994).  Records indicate that R.J.A. was reported MIA from the CA people's resistance in 11/2017 following first major attack.  Presumed dead.  Further information on C.M.A. unavailable.