Day By Day Snowmageddon - Part 1

(The below is a parody of J.L. Bourne's Day by Day Armageddon series. For zombie buffs out there, this is a must read. Seriously, check it out right now.)

Wednesday, February 6, 2013 

10:01am EST
High volume of chatter on Facebook this morning  regarding the possibility of a snowstorm in the coming days.The claims are unsubstantiated as of yet. Will investigate further. This journal will serve to track my findings as well as document any event that may occur. As of now, I'm as much in the dark as anyone else.Will report back when I hear more. -Nate


5:21pm EST
Sources at weather.com confirm earlier reports of a possible snowstorm, putting our risk of snowfall above 90%. Current estimates show Oxford receiving roughly 4-6" of snow. No big deal. New England sees greater totals pretty much every year and has already surpassed that number on at least one occasion this winter. I see no reason to continue documentation. Signing off, Nate.


Thursday, February 7, 2013

11:13am EST
BREAKING NEWS: An increase in Facebook chatter this morning prompted me to revisit my sources at weather.com, and the results were harrowing to say the least. Weather experts have broken snowfall projections out into striations, with each strip or zone representing a different amount of snowfall. The zones are fairly parallel, with one alarming exception: a single, thin strip reaching out from the heavy projection areas of Vermont and New Hampshire down through Massachusetts into Connecticut. The very tip of this strip, somehow, manages to cover Oxford, shifting our projection from 4-6" to 6-12".     

Something about the shape of the anomaly seems off to me, but I can't quite place what it is. Right now, all I know for sure is that I was wrong to dismiss the storm so quickly. Later on tonight, I plan on bunkering down at headquarters with my partner Coal and prepping myself for the coming days. It's still possible the storm could turn out to be weaker than what's being predicted, but I feel we'd be better off not taking any chances. Better to be safe than sorry, right? -Nate 


6:39pm EST
It's only taken me a half-hour of research back at headquarters to start piecing together what's going on here. Since my last entry, the rogue strip reaching down from the north has strengthened it's foothold in Connecticut, boosting snowfall projections from 6-12" to 18-24". Needless to say, that ominous feeling I felt when I first saw the strip has intensified, fueling my curiosity beyond just cursory monitoring. I feel the need to dig deeper, to figure out what exactly it is that seems so out of place about the random stretch of heavy snowfall that's invaded our state. Looking closer, I can begin to make out the pattern, the distinctive shape that'd originally grabbed my attention. Could it be? Dusting off some old medical books on human anatomy, I can see my conclusion holds weight. 

The oblong strip, the rogue zone if you will, bears the shape of a fist and middle finger extending down from Canada into our tiny state. Is it possible the Canadians have something to do with this? Could they have found a way to force the storm to our doorstep? Are they merely protecting themselves? I'll have to investigate further. All I know for sure is that something is very off about this sudden snowstorm. And I intend to get to the bottom of it. -Nate


11:12pm EST
Haven't found anything yet to help substantiate my theories. Will try more in the morning. For now, I plan on getting a good night's sleep and preparing myself for what's coming in the morning. It's supposed to start early. We'll see. Either way, I'll be here, and I'll be ready. Signing off for now, Nate.



Friday, February 8, 2013

7:34am EST
Chaos. Panic. I awake to a buzzing phone and the deafening patter of snowfall. Something isn't right. It wasn't supposed to start this soon. Ripping myself out of bed, I stumble over to the nearest window and witness for myself the airy assault. Snowflakes fall in every direction, tiny and white, drifting down from the clouds like a billion little bombs. They've already covered the roads with a quarter-inch coat of snowfall and are threatening to cover the grass as well. My phone buzzes again.

I rush to my bed to answer it, and the voices at the other end urge me to abandon my post. My eyes drift over to my trusted partner Coal as I listen. He seems oddly at ease at the sight of the storm. In fact, he almost seems happy, excited even... Is it possible that he could be in on this? Could my own partner be working with the Canadians? There's no time to waste in finding out. Headquarters is comprised, whether Coal is connected or not; the voices on the phone are quite convincing of that. They tell me I have to get out of here, that I have to find my way to safety. They send me details of a safe-house before hanging up the phone.

Before I can think, I'm racing for my car with my pack of gear slung over my shoulder. I turn the key and suddenly I'm in the thick of it, fluffy whiteness all around me like a smothering swarm of mallow. I can't let it deter me. I have to get out. And so I do, screeching out into the road before slamming on the accelerator. The last thing I see before I go is Coal stepping out from the headquarters, a look of devilish joy on his face as the snow falls down around him. And then he's gone.


To be continued....