I posted this to fb in response to the guy who shared the initial article with me. He wants to go into the site and explore. I said this:
Oh yeah. This is how horror movies start. You ever see "The Hills Have Eyes" or "The Chernobyl Diaries?" Government bases and installations ALWAYS have monsters, mutants, crazed subjects of experimentation... something... lurking within. I can see radiation-mutated mountain folk who have been sealed in the underground "employee safe area bunker" since 1971, when Dawsonville was still moonshiner country. You are going to crack open some rusty steel door in a dank bunker, lit by flickering emergency lights and let them out after 40 years sealed underground. It's a bloodbath for your group of explorers. You will barely escape with your life but a few of your fellow explorers won't be so lucky. When you go to the authorities, the local sheriff won't believe you at first because he's heard your type of story before from "old timers around these parts." The mutants will go on a human flesh-fueled killing spree through Dawson County and, by the time he learns the truth, several old people, a teenage couple out parking, a couple of city folks vacationing from Baltimore, several hot chicks and beefy bubbas have fallen victim to the radioactive redneck zombies from Site 67. In the end you will get a hold of some heavy ordinance from your National Guard Armory and, along with some buddies, the father of one of the victims, and me, will fight our way into the infested area, blasting zombies to pieces and getting drenched in blood and gore. We manage to pack the bunker entrance with C4 but the detonator malfunctions and someone has to stay behind and set it off by hand after everyone else gets clear. I, of course, have to volunteer because, Man... you're about to get married. We have a manly yet touching goodbye and you run off, bursting above ground just as the zombies swarm all around me and I pull the detonator saying something really cool like, "You might have been good-ole-boys once but now you're dead-ole-boys. Hey ya'll! Watch THIS!" KABOOM! The blast silhouettes you, all bad-ass, behind you as you are running. It throws you down and Erin, who was supposed to wait in the car but got out and got cornered by one of the zombies, which she killed by hitting the keyless remote, letting Angel out of the back of the car to tear it's rotting throat out... she comes running up and yall embrace, all Bruce Willis-Bonnie Bedelia style like at the end of "Die Hard." As the authorities arrive to see all the burning debris and zombie corpses, the Sheriff comes up and shakes your hand and you guys learn a grudging respect for each other. They load you into an ambulance Humvee and "Government Agents" in hazmat suits start to sanitize the area. Down in a creek bed a ways off from all the activity, some red clay on the bank slides down into the creek revealing a rusty hatch marked "EMERGENCY EXIT." Slooowly the wheel in the center starts to turn.... fade to black. Roll credits.
I posted this to fb in response to the guy who shared the initial article with me. He wants to go into the site and explore. I said this:
ReplyDeleteOh yeah. This is how horror movies start. You ever see "The Hills Have Eyes" or "The Chernobyl Diaries?" Government bases and installations ALWAYS have monsters, mutants, crazed subjects of experimentation... something... lurking within. I can see radiation-mutated mountain folk who have been sealed in the underground "employee safe area bunker" since 1971, when Dawsonville was still moonshiner country. You are going to crack open some rusty steel door in a dank bunker, lit by flickering emergency lights and let them out after 40 years sealed underground. It's a bloodbath for your group of explorers. You will barely escape with your life but a few of your fellow explorers won't be so lucky. When you go to the authorities, the local sheriff won't believe you at first because he's heard your type of story before from "old timers around these parts." The mutants will go on a human flesh-fueled killing spree through Dawson County and, by the time he learns the truth, several old people, a teenage couple out parking, a couple of city folks vacationing from Baltimore, several hot chicks and beefy bubbas have fallen victim to the radioactive redneck zombies from Site 67. In the end you will get a hold of some heavy ordinance from your National Guard Armory and, along with some buddies, the father of one of the victims, and me, will fight our way into the infested area, blasting zombies to pieces and getting drenched in blood and gore. We manage to pack the bunker entrance with C4 but the detonator malfunctions and someone has to stay behind and set it off by hand after everyone else gets clear. I, of course, have to volunteer because, Man... you're about to get married. We have a manly yet touching goodbye and you run off, bursting above ground just as the zombies swarm all around me and I pull the detonator saying something really cool like, "You might have been good-ole-boys once but now you're dead-ole-boys. Hey ya'll! Watch THIS!" KABOOM! The blast silhouettes you, all bad-ass, behind you as you are running. It throws you down and Erin, who was supposed to wait in the car but got out and got cornered by one of the zombies, which she killed by hitting the keyless remote, letting Angel out of the back of the car to tear it's rotting throat out... she comes running up and yall embrace, all Bruce Willis-Bonnie Bedelia style like at the end of "Die Hard." As the authorities arrive to see all the burning debris and zombie corpses, the Sheriff comes up and shakes your hand and you guys learn a grudging respect for each other. They load you into an ambulance Humvee and "Government Agents" in hazmat suits start to sanitize the area. Down in a creek bed a ways off from all the activity, some red clay on the bank slides down into the creek revealing a rusty hatch marked "EMERGENCY EXIT." Slooowly the wheel in the center starts to turn.... fade to black. Roll credits.