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Ogden /ËÉÉĄdÉn/ is a city in and the county seat of Weber County[3], Utah, United States, approximately 10 miles (16 km) east of the Great Salt Lake and 40 miles (64 km) north of Salt Lake City. The population was 82,825 according to the 2010 Census.[4] The city served as a major railway hub through much of its history,[5] and still handles a great deal of freight rail traffic which makes it a convenient location for manufacturing and commerce. Ogden is also known for its many historic buildings, proximity to the Wasatch Mountains, and as the location of Weber State University.
Ogden is a principal city of the OgdenâClearfield, Utah Metropolitan Statistical Area, which includes all of Weber, Morgan, and Davis counties. The 2010 Census placed the Metro population at 547,184.[6] In 2010, Forbes rated the Ogden-Clearfield MSA as the 6th best place to raise a family.[7] Ogden has had a Sister City relationship to Hof (Germany) since 1954.
Originally named Fort Buenaventura, the city of Ogden was the first permanent settlement by people of European descent in the region that is now Utah. It was established by the trapper Miles Goodyear in 1846 about a mile west of where downtown Ogden is currently located. In November 1847, Fort Buenaventura was purchased by the Mormon settlers for $1,950. The settlement was then called Brownsville, after Captain James Brown, but was later named Ogden for a brigade leader of the Hudson's Bay Company, Peter Skene Ogden, who had trapped in the Weber Valley a generation earlier. The site of the original Fort Buenaventura is now a Weber County park.
Ogden experiences a dry summer continental climate (KÃļppen climate classification Dsa). Summers are hot and dry, with highs frequently reaching 95 °F (35 °C), with a few days per year reaching 100 °F (38 °C). Rain is provided in the form of infrequent thunderstorms during summer, usually between mid-July and mid-September during the height of monsoon season. The Pacific storm season usually lasts from about October through May, with precipitation reaching its peak in spring. Snow usually first occurs in late October or early November, with the last occurring sometime in April. Winters are cool and snowy, with highs averaging 37 °F (3 °C) in January. Snowfall averages about 22 inches (0.56 m), with approximately 23.67 inches (601 mm) of precipitation annually. Extremes range from â16 °F (â27 °C), set on January 26, 1949, to 106 °F (41 °C), set on July 14, 2002.[11]
Ogden is a principal city of the OgdenâClearfield, Utah Metropolitan Statistical Area, which includes all of Weber, Morgan, and Davis counties. The 2010 Census placed the Metro population at 547,184.[6] In 2010, Forbes rated the Ogden-Clearfield MSA as the 6th best place to raise a family.[7] Ogden has had a Sister City relationship to Hof (Germany) since 1954.
Originally named Fort Buenaventura, the city of Ogden was the first permanent settlement by people of European descent in the region that is now Utah. It was established by the trapper Miles Goodyear in 1846 about a mile west of where downtown Ogden is currently located. In November 1847, Fort Buenaventura was purchased by the Mormon settlers for $1,950. The settlement was then called Brownsville, after Captain James Brown, but was later named Ogden for a brigade leader of the Hudson's Bay Company, Peter Skene Ogden, who had trapped in the Weber Valley a generation earlier. The site of the original Fort Buenaventura is now a Weber County park.
Ogden experiences a dry summer continental climate (KÃļppen climate classification Dsa). Summers are hot and dry, with highs frequently reaching 95 °F (35 °C), with a few days per year reaching 100 °F (38 °C). Rain is provided in the form of infrequent thunderstorms during summer, usually between mid-July and mid-September during the height of monsoon season. The Pacific storm season usually lasts from about October through May, with precipitation reaching its peak in spring. Snow usually first occurs in late October or early November, with the last occurring sometime in April. Winters are cool and snowy, with highs averaging 37 °F (3 °C) in January. Snowfall averages about 22 inches (0.56 m), with approximately 23.67 inches (601 mm) of precipitation annually. Extremes range from â16 °F (â27 °C), set on January 26, 1949, to 106 °F (41 °C), set on July 14, 2002.[11]
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Jason Lamont [10] Myself, in the world of the Walking Dead.
Kael Wrynn [4] Reformed Loser, handy-man and general jack of all trades, a modern day bard.
Jack Hazel [1] Just myself in the world of the walking dead.
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The days had started growing colder, as a sure sign that winter was starting in Utah. Jason was out, and about looking for resources like he usually does in the wee hours of the morning. He was bundled in a heavier brown coat, and had his large ax strapped to his back. Jason had spent his entire life in the State, minus the 6 year term he spent in the Air Force. He was a Red Horse vertical structural engineer, and helped to build the tent city that had formed just up into Ogden canyon. The place was like a fortress, with the entrance just up 12th Street in Ogden. The center of the canyon had been setup like a large funnel, and huge gates about 15 feet tall were operated by a pulley system, and a few motors that were salvaged out of some cars. Jason had a fishing pole in his hands, and was heading down the river next to the now abandoned dinosaur park. He was only a couple miles from the gate, to the tent city. He had a few family members that had survived the initial wave of what everyone was calling walkers. It had been some time, but the man was hurting on the inside greatly. He lost a lot in the initial flood of walkers, and was only able to do what he could. He felt like a failure deep down, but his optimism kept him going. He was a pretty up beat person that tried to see things on the positive. J
Jason came to a old bench that was closer to the river that he could sit on, and slipped a few salmon eggs on the hook, and tossed the line in a few times and let is drift down stream.
Kael had been relatively prepared for a disaster. He was 29 years old, and had spent the first of his adult life in the military. After getting out and working for a private security contractor in Provo, he knew something was going to happen but he didn't know what that would be; economic collapse, nuclear war, or an emp strike. What he didn't see coming was the dead raising back to life, and devour everyone in their path.
He had a peice of property up in the canyon, where the tent city was being built. Up there he had built himself a home out of shipping containers, they were low cost, and with his skills with metalwork, very sturdy and weather proof. He lived off grid, one of many homes like this along the canyon's route. When the refugees came up the canyon, the state government had declared that all property was to be shared, and so little communities were formed on these plots. Naturally he was required to participate in this, and now found himself sharing his land with roughly 200 other people. Inside of the container home, which was built out of 5 containers stacked with three across the top and two lengthwise, was sparsely decorated inside. He had been living in an apartment down in the valley while working on his projects up here.
Glancing out one of the windows he had built in to the structure, towards an old school bus, something he had been converting as a bugout vehicle incase the world ended, he never actually expected for it to happen.
He had a peice of property up in the canyon, where the tent city was being built. Up there he had built himself a home out of shipping containers, they were low cost, and with his skills with metalwork, very sturdy and weather proof. He lived off grid, one of many homes like this along the canyon's route. When the refugees came up the canyon, the state government had declared that all property was to be shared, and so little communities were formed on these plots. Naturally he was required to participate in this, and now found himself sharing his land with roughly 200 other people. Inside of the container home, which was built out of 5 containers stacked with three across the top and two lengthwise, was sparsely decorated inside. He had been living in an apartment down in the valley while working on his projects up here.
Glancing out one of the windows he had built in to the structure, towards an old school bus, something he had been converting as a bugout vehicle incase the world ended, he never actually expected for it to happen.
Jason snagged himself a fish, and spoke to himself as he slowly reeled it in.
"Atta boy. Don't you spit that hook out." He stated to himself. While Jason was walking toward the river, he caught his bad leg on a slippery rock, and fell forward losing his pole in the river. The river was swift enough that the pole swept down stream, and with it his dinner.
Jason came up with a rage, and started to pickup rocks, and throw them into the river with a growl to the nothingness. "YEaah! I fucking hate this world!!" His screamed echoed in the canyon. He then realized after he had snapped out of it that he shouldn't have done that, and headed toward dinosaur park.
The place had been gutted of anything useful, but the solid stone building would be a good place for him to hide out for a while. That yell into the canyon would bring un-invited guests for sure. Jason moved just behind one of the counters, and slipped the ax off his back. He laid it accross his lap, and reached to the inside pocket of the coat to pull out a little silver flask.
"Atta boy. Don't you spit that hook out." He stated to himself. While Jason was walking toward the river, he caught his bad leg on a slippery rock, and fell forward losing his pole in the river. The river was swift enough that the pole swept down stream, and with it his dinner.
Jason came up with a rage, and started to pickup rocks, and throw them into the river with a growl to the nothingness. "YEaah! I fucking hate this world!!" His screamed echoed in the canyon. He then realized after he had snapped out of it that he shouldn't have done that, and headed toward dinosaur park.
The place had been gutted of anything useful, but the solid stone building would be a good place for him to hide out for a while. That yell into the canyon would bring un-invited guests for sure. Jason moved just behind one of the counters, and slipped the ax off his back. He laid it accross his lap, and reached to the inside pocket of the coat to pull out a little silver flask.
Starting over towards the entrance to the home, now since been reinforced with some scavanged metal supplies, he stepped outside. Over his shoulder was slung his SG556, rifle. He had converted it to .300 blackout, and attached a supressor to it; they had found out quickly once the pandemic began that the undead were attracted to noise, so every precaution was taken in the game, to reduce noise.
Ever alert he glanced around his surroundings a few times, before jogging over to a large canvas tent, that served as his garage. Inside he walked to the bus and opened the sliding door that would at one point allowed children to filter in to the bus. He was 'elected', which was a polite word for drafted, to go on supply runs with other camp survivors in to the ogden valley and even down as far as salt lake city, which was a infested graveyard. He had been preparing the bus for this purpose, attaching armor plates, and beefing up the suspension.
Ever alert he glanced around his surroundings a few times, before jogging over to a large canvas tent, that served as his garage. Inside he walked to the bus and opened the sliding door that would at one point allowed children to filter in to the bus. He was 'elected', which was a polite word for drafted, to go on supply runs with other camp survivors in to the ogden valley and even down as far as salt lake city, which was a infested graveyard. He had been preparing the bus for this purpose, attaching armor plates, and beefing up the suspension.
After about 2 or 3 sips from the flask Jason decided that it was time to start his walk back to the tent city. Just as he rose from the counter, he realized that he wasn't alone. There was a straggling walker that was left in the concrete building. The ax when Jason stood rested in his lift hand just at the hilt, and the ax head was on the ground. Jason did a whistle to get it's attention, and then charged it with a heavy overhead chop.
The heavy chop came down splitting the thing in two, and the head of the ax hit the floor with a loud clang that echoed in the building. Jason didn't give it any time, and headed out the broken glass door and west towards the canyon. He needed to get home. The sun was starting to go down, and he didn't want to be stuck out of the walls by night fall. It wouldn't be a very good place.
Jason got to the top of the road by a small white building that was called Rainbow Gardens, and the wall could be seen from there. It was just a hop over the small bridge, and up the road just a ways to get to the gate of the city.
Jason wasn't thrilled with going back anytime. He hated the church leaders that were in there that were in the process of gathering a following to overthrow the leaders.
The people tried to keep it a democracy as best it could with voting and what not, but it just wasn't happening. Jason knew it was going to take someone special to run the place.
When he crossed the street, Jason smiled big, and acted like he always does, and buried the pain deep inside himself. "Hey, let me in." There wasn't a response back to him other than a crank of the motor, and one of the large doors opening, just enough for a person to squeeze through.
Jason got to the top of the road by a small white building that was called Rainbow Gardens, and the wall could be seen from there. It was just a hop over the small bridge, and up the road just a ways to get to the gate of the city.
Jason wasn't thrilled with going back anytime. He hated the church leaders that were in there that were in the process of gathering a following to overthrow the leaders.
The people tried to keep it a democracy as best it could with voting and what not, but it just wasn't happening. Jason knew it was going to take someone special to run the place.
When he crossed the street, Jason smiled big, and acted like he always does, and buried the pain deep inside himself. "Hey, let me in." There wasn't a response back to him other than a crank of the motor, and one of the large doors opening, just enough for a person to squeeze through.
About a mile and a half south west of the Tent City up in the mountains was a small cabin. It was built near the edge of the mountain side by Sardines peak. It wasn't anything impressive, just a small 12 x 20 single room cabin , roughly made . Inside was a single army cot with a few pillows, and old dresser with a few nicknacks on it. A single bookshelf full of fantasy,romance, and a few nonfiction books.And one large rug in the center of the room. The rug covered a trap door, but well talk about that later. in the corner was a small cooking station with a camp stove and some cast iron.
The only thing really notable was the RCBS reloading bench that was on a heavy duty steel table , along with a gun vise and some tools and the gun case next to it.
There was an awning made of a camouflage tarp and an outhouse about 40 feet from the cabin.
That's where jack was living. Jack was out back right now rigging up a repelling system he had been wanting to make for a while.
As he secured the anchor lines his mind wandered. He thought about life before hand, how easy it was to get things and just do stuff for fun. He sighed a bit. Sure he had enough stuff stored away in the cellar he had dug out. Canned food for days, a good few gallons of clean water, some ammo, his gun collection and his tool set. Life was pretty easy now that everyone was a walking corpse, or damn near.
He finished off the double figure 8 knot he had been fiddling with and sighed heavily. He missed people. As much as he hated them he missed having someone to talk to. It was starting to get dark. Another lonely night was here and it bothered him more than it had in a while. He went into his small dwelling , shaking off his Flectarn camo jacket. Maybe I should go visit that city sometime... He tossed his rifle , an m1 carbine that had been modified, onto his bed. He pondered as he took off his boots, placing them upside down on the two sticks he had beside his bed. He looked over at the cast iron cookware and debated eating or not. 'No, you don't need to eat , you're just bored...' he shook the dirt from his hair as he went over to the book sheave. He had probably read each of these books a good 4 or 5 times by now. He picked up one he knew he had read at least 14 times...The Hobbit.
The old book was starting to fall apart and was probably missing a page or two. But Jack returned to his cot and started to thumb through the book. Soon he was lost in its pages.
The only thing really notable was the RCBS reloading bench that was on a heavy duty steel table , along with a gun vise and some tools and the gun case next to it.
There was an awning made of a camouflage tarp and an outhouse about 40 feet from the cabin.
That's where jack was living. Jack was out back right now rigging up a repelling system he had been wanting to make for a while.
As he secured the anchor lines his mind wandered. He thought about life before hand, how easy it was to get things and just do stuff for fun. He sighed a bit. Sure he had enough stuff stored away in the cellar he had dug out. Canned food for days, a good few gallons of clean water, some ammo, his gun collection and his tool set. Life was pretty easy now that everyone was a walking corpse, or damn near.
He finished off the double figure 8 knot he had been fiddling with and sighed heavily. He missed people. As much as he hated them he missed having someone to talk to. It was starting to get dark. Another lonely night was here and it bothered him more than it had in a while. He went into his small dwelling , shaking off his Flectarn camo jacket. Maybe I should go visit that city sometime... He tossed his rifle , an m1 carbine that had been modified, onto his bed. He pondered as he took off his boots, placing them upside down on the two sticks he had beside his bed. He looked over at the cast iron cookware and debated eating or not. 'No, you don't need to eat , you're just bored...' he shook the dirt from his hair as he went over to the book sheave. He had probably read each of these books a good 4 or 5 times by now. He picked up one he knew he had read at least 14 times...The Hobbit.
The old book was starting to fall apart and was probably missing a page or two. But Jack returned to his cot and started to thumb through the book. Soon he was lost in its pages.
Jason squeezed his body through the gate opening, and the large gate shut with a massive creek, then a clang when the doors shut behind him. The place was mostly barren in the front of the base, aside from the few tents spread near the gate for the guards. There was 2 vehicles that were parked near the gate that were setup as a taxi to the back of the base where the majority of the people live. "Ah hell, I have to wait for the night group to get back before I can head home." Jason spat in the dirt.
The guards at the gate were doing their rounds, and the chill of winter was getting ready to start. The biting breeze was a little chilly. Jason was bundled decently for the weather, but the city don't have the supplies it needs to last through another winter. There is going to be some hunting, and gathering that's going to need to be done, and Jason always got the job of convincing the church leaders to send out a group. If they didn't get the food they needed, then it was going to be the worst winter since shit hit the fan.
Jason moved to the edge of the road where the Ogden river was at, and picked up a handful of rocks, and started tossing them into the water. The waiting was going to drive him pretty batty. Jason is rather impatient with waiting, save for a few things in life.
The guards at the gate were doing their rounds, and the chill of winter was getting ready to start. The biting breeze was a little chilly. Jason was bundled decently for the weather, but the city don't have the supplies it needs to last through another winter. There is going to be some hunting, and gathering that's going to need to be done, and Jason always got the job of convincing the church leaders to send out a group. If they didn't get the food they needed, then it was going to be the worst winter since shit hit the fan.
Jason moved to the edge of the road where the Ogden river was at, and picked up a handful of rocks, and started tossing them into the water. The waiting was going to drive him pretty batty. Jason is rather impatient with waiting, save for a few things in life.
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