blind to what we see ➵ APOCALYPSE

[ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ]

People sometimes ask me why I write under a pseudonym.

I follow up their question with another, broader, yet rhetorical question:

"Why wouldn't I?"

I know that it may seem weak of me to not use my real name, like I'm not brave enough to face the consequences.

But, my dear readers, the consequences are not worth me releasing my real name.

I've seen it happen to some of the greatest reporters and bloggers of our time: in some kind of groundbreaking article they'll reveal their identity.

And 10 out of 10 times, that's their last article.

Look, guys, I know you must be absolutely dying to know who I am.

But there are people who really are dying just to pass the news along in an unbiased way.

I'm sure the government will eventually find out who I am, then execute me in a timely fashion.

(Maybe they'd use the zombies they're keeping in what used to be the White House. Y'know... just throw me in there until I become one of their pets, just to do the same to my colleagues.)

But it's probably a bad idea to speculate.

I'll just scare myself.

In the meantime, I'm just here to pass on the news to you.

If there were any attacks outside or within any of the sanctuary cities.

Or, if someone has died while stupidly venturing into no man's land.

Fun stuff just like that.

Let's hope I'm not fed to government controlled zombies until then.

from "we are blind to what we see"
blog by lucas mccaffrey, september 16th, 2039