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'''KnoxTalk Radio''' is a radio station that plays over the 101.2 MHz frequency, located  exclusively in  [[Louisville]]. The show regularly features guests, typically refugees from within the Exclusion Zone who were evacuated.
'''KnoxTalk Radio''' is a radio station that plays over the 101.2 MHz frequency, located  exclusively in  [[Louisville]]. The show regularly features guests, typically refugees from within the Exclusion Zone who were evacuated.
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<span id="Politicians_mention_testing"></span>
===Initial infection===
Day: 0 Start time: 0 End time: 360
{{Transcript
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=0-init_infection
|-
|time_start=00:00
| style="color: #00b050;" | In 1992 Governor Cal Fairweather made a promise.
|endstamp=360-init_infection
|-
|time_end=06:00
| style="color: #00b050;" | A promise he broke in two.
|text={{Transcript/row|person1|{{tooltip|In 1992 Governor Cal Fairweather made a promise.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|A promise he broke in two.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | He said he'd invest.
He said he'd invest.<br>
|-
He said he'd clean up.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | He said he'd clean up.
{{tooltip|He said the toxins discovered in our fields and forests would be eradicated.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|He failed.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | He said the toxins discovered in our fields and forests would be eradicated.
{{tooltip|Vote Mahoney this Fall. Vote for Change.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | He failed.
{{Transcript/row|person2|{{tooltip|This has been an endorsed message by the Democrat party.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Vote Mahoney this Fall. Vote for Change.
 
|-
{{Transcript
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | This has been an endorsed message by the Democrat party.
|icon=radio
|}
|timestamp=360-init_infection
|time_start=06:00
|endstamp=690-init_infection
|time_end=11:30
|text={{Transcript/row|person1|I'm Cal Fairweather, and I am the voice of progress.<br>
I hunt. I shoot. I fish.<br>
I see nature all around.<br>
And it's clean, it's clear, it's as God intended.<br>
We've spent our time testing the land around us.<br>
Making sure the military testing thirty long years ago...<br>
{{tooltip|... to protect our country...|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|... was as safe as we always thought it was.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|Know what?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|Kentucky's as safe a place to live as it is beautiful.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|Vote for Cal Fairweather. Vote for progress.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|person2|This has been an endorsed message by the Republican party.<br>
}}}}<br>


Day: 0 Start time: 360 End time: 690
===July 9 1993===
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
{{Transcript
!Text
|icon=radio
|-
|timestamp=0
| style="color: #ffc000;" | I'm Cal Fairweather, and I am the voice of progress.
|time_start=00:00
|-
|date=1993-07-09
| style="color: #ffc000;" | I hunt. I shoot. I fish.
|endstamp=360
|-
|time_end=06:00
| style="color: #ffc000;" | I see nature all around.
|text={{Transcript/row|Music|We'll meet you at the... Cross Roads! ♪<br>
|-
♪ We'll see you at the... Cross Roads! ♪<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | And it's clean, it's clear, it's as God intended.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|person1|The Cross Roads Mall!<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | We've spent our time testing the land around us.
{{tooltip|For fun, for friends, for store after store!|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Late night closing every Saturday!|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | Making sure the military testing thirty long years ago...
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Music|{{tooltip|♪ We'll meet you at the... Cross Roads! ♪|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | ... to protect our country...
{{tooltip|♪ We'll see you at the... Cross Roads! ♪|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | ... was as safe as we always thought it was.
|-
| style="color: #ffc000;" | Know what?
|-
| style="color: #ffc000;" | Kentucky's as safe a place to live as it is beautiful.
|-
| style="color: #ffc000;" | Vote for Cal Fairweather. Vote for progress.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | This has been an endorsed message by the Republican party.
|}


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{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
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|timestamp=360
|-
|time_start=06:00
| style="color: #00b050;" | ♪ We'll meet you at the... Cross Roads! ♪
|date=1993-07-09
|-
|endstamp=720
| style="color: #00b050;" | ♪ We'll see you at the... Cross Roads!
|time_end=12:00
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|KnoxTalk Radio, you're on the air Marcia.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | The Cross Roads Mall!
{{tooltip|What do you know?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | For fun, for friends, for store after store!
{{Transcript/row|Marcia|{{tooltip|Nothin'! I was on the phone to my daughter... then she goes dead!|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Late night closing every Saturday!
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Did she mention any kind of infection Marcia?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | ♪ We'll meet you at the... Cross Roads!
{{Transcript/row|Marcia|{{tooltip|Kids were off school with a fever. Nothing bad.|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Now we can't talk! Can't go see her!|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | ♪ We'll see you at the... Cross Roads! ♪
}}
|}
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Nothing else?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
They're saying panic and confusion in there.<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Marcia|{{tooltip|That's it. They had a fever.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|How are you Marcia? Are you scared?|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Marcia|Scared? I'm not scared - I'm pissed!<br>
{{tooltip|Who do these guys think they are?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|They're the US Army ma'am.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|Back after these messages.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}}}<br>


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|timestamp=720
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|time_start=12:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | KnoxTalk Radio, you're on the air Marcia.
|date=1993-07-09
|-
|endstamp=1080
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | What do you know?
|time_end=18:00
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|You're back with KnoxTalk radio.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Nothin'! I was on the phone to my daughter... then she goes dead!
{{tooltip|Today we're talking to people who made it out of the Exclusion Zone.|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Bobby? Tell us what happened.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Did she mention any kind of infection Marcia?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Bobby|I headed out on the freeway when the soldiers showed.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Kids were off school with a fever. Nothing bad.
{{tooltip|Musta been one of the last out. Then helicopters, trucks, guns...|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Now we can't talk! Can't go see her!
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|You hear anything about the Event Bobby?|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Nothing else?
{{Transcript/row|Bobby|Kinda. Heard it said some people are ill.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Walking funny.|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | They're saying panic and confusion in there.
They say it starts with a fever, but I missed all that.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | That's it. They had a fever.
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Are they violent Bobby?|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | How are you Marcia? Are you scared?
{{Transcript/row|Bobby|{{tooltip|They what?|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Scared? I'm not scared - I'm pissed!
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Are they violent?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Some say there's attacks in there.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Who do these guys think they are?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Bobby|{{tooltip|I was getting lunch in Spiffo's.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | They're the US Army ma'am.
Didn't see no fight.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Back after these messages.
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Thanks for your call Bobby!|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|}
}}
{{Transcript/row|Bobby|Okay. Bye.<br>
}}}}<br>


<span id="Mention_of_Spiffo's_Burgers"></span>
{{Transcript
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|time_start=18:00
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|date=1993-07-09
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | You're back with KnoxTalk radio.
|endstamp=1410
|-
|time_end=23:30
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Today we're talking to people who made it out of the Exclusion Zone.
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|We've got someone with something new. Twiggy, you there?|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Bobby? Tell us what happened.
{{Transcript/row|Twiggy|{{tooltip|Sure am. Figured you'd want to hear from someone from inside.|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|I live in West Point. Own a bar.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | I headed out on the freeway when the soldiers showed.
I went away to visit a cousin, but the night before...<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Weird stuff.|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Musta been one of the last out. Then helicopters, trucks, guns...
{{tooltip|Helicopters flying low over us to Muldraugh.|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|We get that stuff - we're an Army town.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | You hear anything about the Event Bobby?
{{tooltip|Serve those boys most nights.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Just seemed out of place.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Kinda. Heard it said some people are ill.
Next day I'm coming back. It's no-go.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Thanking God I had my wife and dog with me, I guess.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Walking funny.
Else I wouldn't be seeing them for a week.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Dog's been sick, so glad she's with me.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | They say it starts with a fever, but I missed all that.
I don't know how long this dang thing will take.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Do you know?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Are they violent Bobby?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|I'm afraid I do not.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | They what?
{{tooltip|Thanks for your call.|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Are they violent?
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Some say there's attacks in there.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | I was getting lunch in Spiffo's.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Didn't see no fight.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Thanks for your call Bobby!
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Okay. Bye.
|}


<span id="Dog_Sickness"></span>
===July 10 1993===
Day: 0 Start time: 1080 End time: 1410
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|icon=radio
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|timestamp=1440
|-
|time_start=00:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We've got someone with something new. Twiggy, you there?
|date=1993-07-10
|-
|endstamp=1800
| style="color: #00b050;" | Sure am. Figured you'd want to hear from someone from inside.
|time_end=06:00
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|You're on the air Madison.|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | I live in West Point. Own a bar.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Madison|I just wanna say this was planned.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | I went away to visit a cousin, but the night before...
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|What was planned? A disease outbreak?<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Weird stuff.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Madison|All those helicopters. All those soldiers. Just appearing.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Helicopters flying low over us to Muldraugh.
{{tooltip|My boy was in Desert Storm - I know it can't be done in days...|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|To move those guys that quickly?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | We get that stuff - we're an Army town.
{{tooltip|They knew a storm was brewing.|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|They knew this might happen.|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Serve those boys most nights.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|I don't know Madison.|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Just seemed out of place.
{{tooltip|They have to plan for all contingencies.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | Next day I'm coming back. It's no-go.
{{Transcript/row|Madison|{{tooltip|Cutting off counties south of the Ohio river is a HELL of a contingency.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | Thanking God I had my wife and dog with me, I guess.
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Good point and well made.|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Okay, next caller after these...|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Else I wouldn't be seeing them for a week.
}}}}<br>
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Dog's been sick, so glad she's with me.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | I don't know how long this dang thing will take.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Do you know?
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | I'm afraid I do not.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Thanks for your call.
|}


<span id="Vet_states_it_was_planned"></span>
{{Transcript
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|timestamp=1800
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|time_start=06:00
!Text
|date=1993-07-10
|-
|endstamp=2160
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | You're on the air Madison.
|time_end=12:00
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|We appreciate your calls, especially as people inside the zone...<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | I just wanna say this was planned.
Well they can't call.<br>
|-
Apparently Knox Telecommunications have been working on the lines.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | What was planned? A disease outbreak?
{{tooltip|And they've been out for a week.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
That's long before the blockade was set up.<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | All those helicopters. All those soldiers. Just appearing.
Christian, my producer tells me you can confirm this?<br>
|-
We've got a lot of folks hungry for a conspiracy on our lines.<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | My boy was in Desert Storm - I know it can't be done in days...
You're saying it's bad timing?<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ff0000;" | To move those guys that quickly?
{{Transcript/row|Christian|My phone is still out!<br>
|-
It's been out for... nine days?<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | They knew a storm was brewing.
{{tooltip|Guy from Knox Telephones came round.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Said to expect some disruption.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | They knew this might happen.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|So where are you calling from Christian?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | I don't know Madison.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Christian|{{tooltip|My sister's place.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | They have to plan for all contingencies.
{{tooltip|I live just North of the river. She's up in Louisville.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ff0000;" | Cutting off counties south of the Ohio river is a HELL of a contingency.
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|And you wanted to get away?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Good point and well made.
{{Transcript/row|Christian|{{tooltip|Sure did.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
I don't know what's happening on the other side of the water...<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Okay, next caller after these...
{{tooltip|But it's not good.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|}
You can smell it in the air.<br>
{{tooltip|Something's smelled bad for weeks, it gets into your lungs.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
That's what's behind it.<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Host|Thanks for your call Christian,<br>
}}}}<br>


<span id="Stench_in_the_air"></span>
{{Transcript
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|icon=radio
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|timestamp=2160
!Text
|time_start=12:00
|-
|date=1993-07-10
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We appreciate your calls, especially as people inside the zone...
|endstamp=2520
|-
|time_end=18:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Well they can't call.
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|How you doing James?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Apparently Knox Telecommunications have been working on the lines.
{{Transcript/row|James|Ah. Not so good.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | And they've been out for a week.
{{Transcript/row|Host|Guess we don't need to ask why. You know anyone in there?<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | That's long before the blockade was set up.
{{Transcript/row|James|Nah. It's just - weird not knowing what's going down.<br>
|-
I mean, it's 1993. There's gotta be other ways to call out.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Christian, my producer tells me you can confirm this?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|Phone system's down James. No big transmitters I know of.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We've got a lot of folks hungry for a conspiracy on our lines.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|James|{{tooltip|How about something short-range?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | You're saying it's bad timing?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|I'm in your boat James. I just don't know.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | My phone is still out!
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|James|{{tooltip|What if they don't want to be heard?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | It's been out for... nine days?
What if they're... too far gone?<br>
|-
You think that's what they're hiding?<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Guy from Knox Telephones came round.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|Lots of military bases in there James. Whole lot of secret stuff.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Said to expect some disruption.
That's my reading anyway.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | So where are you calling from Christian?
{{Transcript/row|James|It's not right though, is it?<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | My sister's place.
{{Transcript/row|Host|Not much is.<br>
|-
We'll come back to you after this James.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | I live just North of the river. She's up in Louisville.
}}}}<br>
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | And you wanted to get away?
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Sure did.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | I don't know what's happening on the other side of the water...
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | But it's not good.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | You can smell it in the air.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Something's smelled bad for weeks, it gets into your lungs.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | That's what's behind it.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Thanks for your call Christian,
|}


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{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=2520
|-
|time_start=18:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | How you doing James?
|date=1993-07-10
|-
|endstamp=2850
| style="color: #00b050;" | Ah. Not so good.
|time_end=23:30
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|You're with KnoxTalk Catherine...|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Guess we don't need to ask why. You know anyone in there?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Catherine|That new Spiffo's restaurant just opened.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Nah. It's just - weird not knowing what's going down.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|And you think it's connected?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | I mean, it's 1993. There's gotta be other ways to call out.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Catherine|It's in the meat!<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Phone system's down James. No big transmitters I know of.
They've been feeding cattle to cattle!<br>
|-
{{tooltip|It's a European thing.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | How about something short-range?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|You think it's related to the BSE crisis?<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | I'm in your boat James. I just don't know.
{{tooltip|Mad Cow disease?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | What if they don't want to be heard?
{{Transcript/row|Catherine|{{tooltip|There was a guy talking about it on Triple-N.|Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Guy wrote a book. Said it gets into your head.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | What if they're... too far gone?
{{tooltip|You eat burgers, and it gets to your brain.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|My son worked in Spiffos before they let him go.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | You think that's what they're hiding?
{{tooltip|You know how many he cooked a day?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|A lot. A whole lot.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Lots of military bases in there James. Whole lot of secret stuff.
That's all I'm saying.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | That's my reading anyway.
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Thanks for your call Catherine.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Unhappiness {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | It's not right though, is it?
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Not much is.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We'll come back to you after this James.
|}


<span id="Spiffo's_Burgers_theory_explained"></span>
===July 11 1993===
Day: 1 Start time: 2520 End time: 2850
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{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=2880
|-
|time_start=00:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | You're with KnoxTalk Catherine...
|date=1993-07-11
|-
|endstamp=3240
| style="color: #8080ff;" | That new Spiffo's restaurant just opened.
|time_end=06:00
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|Let's get some focus.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | And you think it's connected?
{{tooltip|We got a retired Colonel on the line. Colonel Smythe out of Arkansas.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | It's in the meat!
{{Transcript/row|Colonel|{{tooltip|I've been detectin' some... anti authority sentiment on your show.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Now, my daddy - he was a soldier.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They've been feeding cattle to cattle!
{{tooltip|His daddy too. Then me. Then my son.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
We shed a lot of blood for the red, white and blue.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | It's a European thing.
{{tooltip|These boys protectin' those people - we don't know their orders.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
But we do know they're doing the right thing.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | You think it's related to the BSE crisis?
No matter what.<br>
|-
They're regular men like your son, like my son.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Mad Cow disease?
Have faith in them, and have faith in their superiors.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Nothing comes easy in the Army.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | There was a guy talking about it on Triple-N.
{{tooltip|That doesn't mean you don't do right.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Guy wrote a book. Said it gets into your head.
{{Transcript/row|Host|Thank you for your call.<br>
|-
Good to hear the other side.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | You eat burgers, and it gets to your brain.
Back after this...<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | My son worked in Spiffos before they let him go.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | You know how many he cooked a day?
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | A lot. A whole lot.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | That's all I'm saying.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Thanks for your call Catherine.
|}


Day: 1 Start time: 2850 End time: 2880<br>
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Day: 2 Start time: 2880 End time: 3240
|icon=radio
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|timestamp=3240
!Text
|time_start=06:00
|-
|date=1993-07-11
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Let's get some focus.
|endstamp=3600
|-
|time_end=12:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We got a retired Colonel on the line. Colonel Smythe out of Arkansas.
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|Ethan's called in. How are you Ethan?<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ff0000;" | I've been detectin' some... anti authority sentiment on your show.
{{Transcript/row|Ethan|You think it matters how I am?<br>
|-
How about the poor souls behind the Event line?<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | Now, my daddy - he was a soldier.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|Well of course...<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | His daddy too. Then me. Then my son.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Ethan|{{tooltip|This is judgment. This is God.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | We shed a lot of blood for the red, white and blue.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|That's certainly a point of...|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | These boys protectin' those people - we don't know their orders.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Ethan|{{tooltip|Let me finish! This is foretold. Jesus is coming home.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | But we do know they're doing the right thing.
{{tooltip|Everyone listening. EVERYONE listening.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
You get on your knees and repent.<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | No matter what.
He knows your sins, and he's a comin'.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|No. In fact, he's already here. And you are JUDGED.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | They're regular men like your son, like my son.
{{tooltip|You know what it says in the book of Revelations?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ff0000;" | Have faith in them, and have faith in their superiors.
{{Transcript/row|Host|I do. Okay, onto the next caller.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ff0000;" | Nothing comes easy in the Army.
{{Transcript/row|Ethan|{{tooltip|The great day of his wrath is come!|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
And who shall be able to stand?<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | That doesn't mean you don't do right.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|Okay. Thank you!<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Thank you for your call.
}}}}<br>
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Good to hear the other side.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Back after this...
|}


Day: 2 Start time: 3240 End time: 3600
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{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=3600
|-
|time_start=12:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Ethan's called in. How are you Ethan?
|date=1993-07-11
|-
|endstamp=3960
| style="color: #ffc000;" | You think it matters how I am?
|time_end=18:00
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|If you haven't heard they've grounded flights.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | How about the poor souls behind the Event line?
Domestic flights are dandy, but if you're thinking of going further...<br>
|-
{{tooltip|You're gonna be disappointed.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Well of course...
{{tooltip|The WHO, that's the World Health Organisation, are to blame.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Todd, I hear you've got an opinion.<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | This is judgment. This is God.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Todd|Sure as heck I do.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | That's certainly a point of...
Who gave this 'WHO' a right to tell us what to do?<br>
|-
They watching the same news I am?<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | Let me finish! This is foretold. Jesus is coming home.
{{tooltip|We've got a problem. We've got it contained.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ffc000;" | Everyone listening. EVERYONE listening.
{{Transcript/row|Host|Who's 'We' Todd?<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ffc000;" | You get on your knees and repent.
{{Transcript/row|Todd|The United States of America!<br>
|-
WHO's got no business here!<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | He knows your sins, and he's a comin'.
How in hell can they tell us what to do?<br>
|-
They're scared of catching a cold, so what?<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | No. In fact, he's already here. And you are JUDGED.
{{tooltip|America can't do business?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|America can kiss vacations goodbye?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | You know what it says in the book of Revelations?
{{tooltip|We founded this nation to get away from those bastards.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | I do. Okay, onto the next caller.
{{Transcript/row|Host|Todd I'm gonna have to ask for less cussing.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ffc000;" | The great day of his wrath is come!
{{Transcript/row|Todd|{{tooltip|I'm sorry. I'm sorry.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
It's just...<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | And who shall be able to stand?
{{tooltip|Y'know I love America.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Okay. Thank you!
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|We all do Todd.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|}
{{tooltip|Thanks for your call.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}}}<br>


Day: 2 Start time: 3600 End time: 3960
{{Transcript
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=3960
|-
|time_start=18:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | If you haven't heard they've grounded flights.
|date=1993-07-11
|-
|endstamp=4290
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Domestic flights are dandy, but if you're thinking of going further...
|time_end=23:30
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|We've got Latoya, calling from Louisville.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | You're gonna be disappointed.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Latoya|{{tooltip|I just tried to get out of my apartment.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | The WHO, that's the World Health Organisation, are to blame.
Couldn't get off the front step.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Trouble there too Latoya?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Todd, I hear you've got an opinion.
{{tooltip|With the soldiers? Hell I don't think so.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
There's a goddam' TANK in my street.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Sure as heck I do.
I never seen so much camouflage in one place.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | Who gave this 'WHO' a right to tell us what to do?
{{Transcript/row|Host|Where are you calling from?<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | They watching the same news I am?
{{Transcript/row|Latoya|I'm North of the river.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | We've got a problem. We've got it contained.
{{Transcript/row|Host|I heard they were on the bridges?<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Who's 'We' Todd?
{{Transcript/row|Latoya|They're everywhere.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | The United States of America!
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|So no fighting where you are?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Reports of riots are coming in from New York, Miami...|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | WHO's got no business here!
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Latoya|{{tooltip|People here don't have time to fight.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | How in hell can they tell us what to do?
If they can, they're just going North.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Vehicle after vehicle. Some folks on foot.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | They're scared of catching a cold, so what?
It's gridlock.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | America can't do business?
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Thanks for calling Latoya.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | America can kiss vacations goodbye?
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | We founded this nation to get away from those bastards.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Todd I'm gonna have to ask for less cussing.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | It's just...
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Y'know I love America.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We all do Todd.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Thanks for your call.
|}


Day: 2 Start time: 3960 End time: 4290
===July 12 1993===
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
{{Transcript
!Text
|icon=radio
|-
|timestamp=4320
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We've got Latoya, calling from Louisville.
|time_start=00:00
|-
|date=1993-07-12
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I just tried to get out of my apartment.
|endstamp=4680
|-
|time_end=06:00
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Couldn't get off the front step.
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Abigail? You're on.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Trouble there too Latoya?
{{Transcript/row|Abigail|{{tooltip|Why are they sticking with this bullshit?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | With the soldiers? Hell I don't think so.
{{Transcript/row|Host|Who Abigail? And please... this is a family show.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | There's a goddam' TANK in my street.
{{Transcript/row|Abigail|You still think that counts for something?<br>
|-
{{tooltip|We know the truth, we know what's in there.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I never seen so much camouflage in one place.
My boyfriend? He's dead.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|I know that, and I know that I'm as good as dead.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Where are you calling from?
Why spin us this bullshit?<br>
|-
Who in hell are they protecting?<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I'm North of the river.
I'll tell you: themselves!<br>
|-
{{tooltip|They got labs in there, they got secret facilities.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | I heard they were on the bridges?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|There's no evidence for any of that Abigail.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They're everywhere.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Abigail|{{tooltip|There's a goddam Exclusion Zone filled with evidence!|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | So no fighting where you are?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Thank you for your call.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Reports of riots are coming in from New York, Miami...
}}}}<br>
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | People here don't have time to fight.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | If they can, they're just going North.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Vehicle after vehicle. Some folks on foot.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | It's gridlock.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Thanks for calling Latoya.
|}


<span id="Engineered_virus_theory"></span>
{{Transcript
Day: 2 Start time: 4290 End time: 4320<br>
|icon=radio
Day: 3 Start time: 4320 End time: 4680
|timestamp=4680
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|time_start=06:00
!Text
|date=1993-07-12
|-
|endstamp=5040
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Abigail? You're on.
|time_end=12:00
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|We've been asked to break our regular broadcasting.<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | Why are they sticking with this bullshit?
So, no calls right now people.<br>
|-
News right down from the top: a curfew.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Who Abigail? And please... this is a family show.
{{tooltip|From 6pm tonight: keep your kids inside.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Hope must be to calm folk down.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | You still think that counts for something?
{{tooltip|We're in Nowheresville out here...|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|And I've seen looting. Shelves are empty.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | We know the truth, we know what's in there.
They shut the bar, but that didn't stop people breaking back in.<br>
|-
God only knows what it's like in city centers right now.<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | My boyfriend? He's dead.
{{tooltip|Let's open up the lines. Clare, you there?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ffc000;" | I know that, and I know that I'm as good as dead.
{{Transcript/row|Clare|{{tooltip|Sure am. Who the hell isn't staying inside right now anyways?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Knox Event could be in anything.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | Why spin us this bullshit?
{{tooltip|The air. The food. Did you see the meteors?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ffc000;" | Who in hell are they protecting?
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|They passed me by Clare.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ffc000;" | I'll tell you: themselves!
{{Transcript/row|Clare|{{tooltip|Passed by everyone.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ffc000;" | They got labs in there, they got secret facilities.
{{Transcript/row|Host|Over their heads?<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | There's no evidence for any of that Abigail.
{{Transcript/row|Clare|Are you mocking me?<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ffc000;" | There's a goddam Exclusion Zone filled with evidence!
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Sorry Clare, it's been a long week.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Thank you for your call.
{{Transcript/row|Clare|{{tooltip|It's in the skies, and it's in the air we breathe.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|}
{{tooltip|Curfew is the right move.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
But it's too late.<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Thank you Clare!|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
Any other thoughts on the Knox Event curfew?<br>
{{tooltip|We want to hear them...|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|Lines are back open people.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}}}<br>


<span id="Caller_blames_meteors"></span>
{{Transcript
Day: 3 Start time: 4680 End time: 5040
|icon=radio
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|timestamp=5040
!Text
|time_start=12:00
|-
|date=1993-07-12
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We've been asked to break our regular broadcasting.
|endstamp=5400
|-
|time_end=18:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | So, no calls right now people.
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|Okay folks, a lot of voice on our lines as you'd imagine.<br>
|-
But Danielle's got a story to tell. You've got the mic Danielle.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | News right down from the top: a curfew.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Danielle|They're lying. They're lying to us.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | From 6pm tonight: keep your kids inside.
We were on the inside . My Mom - she was attacked. This guy bit her.<br>
|-
We tried to get out but they took her.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Hope must be to calm folk down.
I don't know where she is.<br>
|-
I took my dog out the car and I just ran.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We're in Nowheresville out here...
They shot my dog!<br>
|-
{{tooltip|What kinda soldiers do that?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | And I've seen looting. Shelves are empty.
{{tooltip|And I'm sat here in this camp on some guy's carphone.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|The others - they wanted me to get word out.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | They shut the bar, but that didn't stop people breaking back in.
People in there have changed.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|They try to kill you.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | God only knows what it's like in city centers right now.
All of them try to kill you.<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Let's open up the lines. Clare, you there?
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Sure am. Who the hell isn't staying inside right now anyways?
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Knox Event could be in anything.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | The air. The food. Did you see the meteors?
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | They passed me by Clare.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Passed by everyone.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Over their heads?
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Are you mocking me?
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Sorry Clare, it's been a long week.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | It's in the skies, and it's in the air we breathe.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Curfew is the right move.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | But it's too late.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Thank you Clare!
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Any other thoughts on the Knox Event curfew?
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We want to hear them...
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Lines are back open people.
|}


<span id="Soldier_shoots_dog"></span>
{{Transcript
Day: 3 Start time: 5040 End time: 5400
|icon=radio
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|timestamp=5400
!Text
|time_start=18:00
|-
|date=1993-07-12
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Okay folks, a lot of voice on our lines as you'd imagine.
|endstamp=5730
|-
|time_end=23:30
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | But Danielle's got a story to tell. You've got the mic Danielle.
|text={{Transcript/row|Kelly|I know him. I know the guy.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They're lying. They're lying to us.
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|For people just tuning in, Kelly's calling about...|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
... the disturbing images that have emerged from the Event Zone.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | We were on the inside . My Mom - she was attacked. This guy bit her.
Tune in to a news channel, everyone has it.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|But I guess Kelly has what they'd call an exclusive.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | We tried to get out but they took her.
His family might be listening Kelly.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I don't know where she is.
{{Transcript/row|Kelly|Okay, I won't name him.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|But he works in the Cine-E Plex.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I took my dog out the car and I just ran.
{{tooltip|Saw him last week when I took my son to the Spiffo movie.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
It's him for sure.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They shot my dog!
{{tooltip|You think they feel pain?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | What kinda soldiers do that?
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Well, his arm's not there. He's not even blinking.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | And I'm sat here in this camp on some guy's carphone.
{{Transcript/row|Kelly|{{tooltip|I don't even know if they feel.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|You think it's contained?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | The others - they wanted me to get word out.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|You're the caller. You tell me.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | People in there have changed.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Kelly|{{tooltip|I think they know what they're doing.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They try to kill you.
They're trained for this kinda thing.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | All of them try to kill you.
{{Transcript/row|Host|Let's hope you're right Clare.<br>
|}
Back after these messages.<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Advert|{{tooltip|[cine plex advert]|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}}}<br>


Day: 3 Start time: 5400 End time: 5730
===July 13 1993===
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
{{Transcript
!Text
|icon=radio
|-
|timestamp=6120
| style="color: #ffc000;" | I know him. I know the guy.
|time_start=06:00
|-
|date=1993-07-13
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | For people just tuning in, Kelly's calling about...
|endstamp=6480
|-
|time_end=12:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | ... the disturbing images that have emerged from the Event Zone.
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|What's your employment mystery caller?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Tune in to a news channel, everyone has it.
{{Transcript/row|Janitor|I'm a janitor.<br>
|-
I've signed so many forms that I know this isn't right...<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | But I guess Kelly has what they'd call an exclusive.
But there's labs in there.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Guys in white coats.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | His family might be listening Kelly.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|And they're experimenting with what? Biological stuff?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | Okay, I won't name him.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Janitor|I don't know.<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | But he works in the Cine-E Plex.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|Do they test on anything? Animals?<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | Saw him last week when I took my son to the Spiffo movie.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Janitor|Saw some dogs on my last day before this all started.<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | It's him for sure.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|They test on dogs?<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | You think they feel pain?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Janitor|{{tooltip|Naw. Security guys' dog was sick.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Well, his arm's not there. He's not even blinking.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|So what you're saying is...<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | I don't even know if they feel.
{{tooltip|They have science stuff in a military installation.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Could be weapons, could be freshman chemistry class.<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | You think it's contained?
{{tooltip|And a guy owned a dog?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | You're the caller. You tell me.
{{Transcript/row|Janitor|{{tooltip|Yes sir. That's the measure of it.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Could be anything.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ffc000;" | I think they know what they're doing.
{{tooltip|It's terrorism.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #ffc000;" | They're trained for this kinda thing.
{{Transcript/row|Host|Thanks for your call.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|If anyone actually knows some facts about the Event call me.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Let's hope you're right Clare.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Producer|{{tooltip|Sick of time-wasters.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Back after these messages.
}}}}<br>
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | [cine plex advert]
|}


<span id="Second_mention_of_dog_sickness"></span>
{{Transcript
Day: 4 Start time: 6120 End time: 6480
|icon=radio
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|timestamp=6480
!Text
|time_start=12:00
|-
|date=1993-07-13
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | What's your employment mystery caller?
|endstamp=6840
|-
|time_end=18:00
| style="color: #00b050;" | I'm a janitor.
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|We've got a live one folks.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Charles, I'm just going to hand over to you.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | I've signed so many forms that I know this isn't right...
{{tooltip|Say what you need to say.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | But there's labs in there.
{{Transcript/row|Charles|I was in there.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Everyone got the sickness at once.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Guys in white coats.
{{tooltip|But... not everyone got the sickness.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|There was a bunch of us, running for the north road.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | And they're experimenting with what? Biological stuff?
{{tooltip|All around us they were waking up.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Waking up dead.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | I don't know.
{{tooltip|We saw soldiers in hazard suits... they just threw us into trucks.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
There was this one lady.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Do they test on anything? Animals?
{{tooltip|They just shot her.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Back then we didn't know why.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Saw some dogs on my last day before this all started.
Now I know they did her a favor.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|They kept us in a military camp.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | They test on dogs?
{{tooltip|They called it quarantine.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|When people got sick they took them away.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Naw. Security guys' dog was sick.
{{tooltip|For tests they said, through an inch of hazard suit plastic...|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
They never came back.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | So what you're saying is...
{{tooltip|I didn't know anyone I was with but...|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Fathers. Daughters. Wives. Children...<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | They have science stuff in a military installation.
Losing their families, one by one.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Then, two days ago, we woke up and the cells were open.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Could be weapons, could be freshman chemistry class.
{{tooltip|Soldiers were gone.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
No trace.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | And a guy owned a dog?
{{tooltip|Just some guy in a uniform who'd been filled with bullets.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Looked like a disagreement.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Yes sir. That's the measure of it.
We went North, and walked right through the border.<br>
|-
No-one said a word.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Could be anything.
{{tooltip|I feel like I've seen Hell.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | It's terrorism.
{{Transcript/row|Host|Thanks for your call.<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Thanks for your call.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | If anyone actually knows some facts about the Event call me.
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | Sick of time-wasters.
|}


Day: 4 Start time: 6480 End time: 6840
{{Transcript
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=6840
|-
|time_start=18:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We've got a live one folks.
|date=1993-07-13
|-
|endstamp=7170
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Charles, I'm just going to hand over to you.
|time_end=23:30
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|John, you're up. How're ya feeling?<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Say what you need to say.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|John|I just wanted to say thank you.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | I was in there.
All those other stations. The TV.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|They're just saying what they want them to say.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Everyone got the sickness at once.
{{tooltip|Jackie Jaye's sat in McGrew's lap and spittin' his lies.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|The people in there are DEAD.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | But... not everyone got the sickness.
{{tooltip|They're gone. My daughter. Your families.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|This is how it ENDS.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | There was a bunch of us, running for the north road.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Thank you John.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | All around us they were waking up.
Sure is starting to feel that way.<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Waking up dead.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | We saw soldiers in hazard suits... they just threw us into trucks.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | There was this one lady.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | They just shot her.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Back then we didn't know why.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Now I know they did her a favor.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | They kept us in a military camp.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | They called it quarantine.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | When people got sick they took them away.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | For tests they said, through an inch of hazard suit plastic...
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | They never came back.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | I didn't know anyone I was with but...
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Fathers. Daughters. Wives. Children...
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Losing their families, one by one.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Then, two days ago, we woke up and the cells were open.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Soldiers were gone.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | No trace.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Just some guy in a uniform who'd been filled with bullets.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Looked like a disagreement.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | We went North, and walked right through the border.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | No-one said a word.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | I feel like I've seen Hell.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Thanks for your call.
|}


Day: 4 Start time: 6840 End time: 7170
===July 14 1993===
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
{{Transcript
!Text
|icon=radio
|-
|timestamp=7200
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | John, you're up. How're ya feeling?
|time_start=00:00
|-
|date=1993-07-14
| style="color: #00b050;" | I just wanted to say thank you.
|endstamp=7560
|-
|time_end=06:00
| style="color: #00b050;" | All those other stations. The TV.
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|Okay people we need your calls tonight.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|It's crazy out there.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | They're just saying what they want them to say.
{{tooltip|The President doing nothing has led to...|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Well people are scared.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Jackie Jaye's sat in McGrew's lap and spittin' his lies.
Firehoses have been turned on angry crowds in New York.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Looting and arson in Los Angeles.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | The people in there are DEAD.
And in the middle criminals using the climate of fear...<br>
|-
{{tooltip|... to their own advantage.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | They're gone. My daughter. Your families.
I've seen pictures of people taking TVs, computer game consoles... stuff like that...<br>
|-
{{tooltip|I'm taking your calls:|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | This is how it ENDS.
{{tooltip|Are you stockpiling food and medicine?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
What do you make of the curfew rumors?<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Thank you John.
Same place, same number... different nightmare.<br>
|-
Call us now guys.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Sure is starting to feel that way.
}}}}<br>
|}


Day: 4 Start time: 7170 End time: 7200<br>
{{Transcript
Day: 5 Start time: 7200 End time: 7560
|icon=radio
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|timestamp=7560
!Text
|time_start=06:00
|-
|date=1993-07-14
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Okay people we need your calls tonight.
|endstamp=7920
|-
|time_end=12:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | It's crazy out there.
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Francine wants to talk to us.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
You're on the air.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | The President doing nothing has led to...
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Francine|{{tooltip|You know how long it takes for this to incubate?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Well people are scared.
I mean the flu?<br>
|-
Not when they... get you.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Firehoses have been turned on angry crowds in New York.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|One day? Two days?<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Looting and arson in Los Angeles.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Francine|Two days before the military rolled out: what were you doin'?<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | And in the middle criminals using the climate of fear...
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Francine I don't know. It's been a long week.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | ... to their own advantage.
{{tooltip|My head's a mess. Do you know what you were doing?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | I've seen pictures of people taking TVs, computer game consoles... stuff like that...
{{Transcript/row|Francine|{{tooltip|Sure I do. I was watching the fireworks.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Waving a flag.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | I'm taking your calls:
{{tooltip|This thing began July 4th. Independence Day.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Are you stockpiling food and medicine?
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Maybe Francine, but what's your point?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | What do you make of the curfew rumors?
{{Transcript/row|Francine|{{tooltip|Terrorism. Terrorism is my point.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
They've been coming for us for years.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Same place, same number... different nightmare.
This is their moment.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Call us now guys.
{{Transcript/row|Host|Francine, right now I don't think it's the time for theories.<br>
|}
{{tooltip|I've heard enough theories.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|Let's get positive. Let's try to help folks out there.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
If you have tips. If you have advice.<br>
{{tooltip|Call me.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}}}<br>


Day: 5 Start time: 7560 End time: 7920
{{Transcript
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=7920
|-
|time_start=12:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Francine wants to talk to us.
|date=1993-07-14
|-
|endstamp=8280
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | You're on the air.
|time_end=18:00
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Something's up in the Event camps.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | You know how long it takes for this to incubate?
{{tooltip|We've got Danielle on the line again.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I mean the flu?
{{Transcript/row|Danielle|Hello? Hello?<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Not when they... get you.
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Danielle, honey. What's happening?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | One day? Two days?
{{Transcript/row|Danielle|I'm on a carphone. The battery's low.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|I need to be quick.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Two days before the military rolled out: what were you doin'?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|What's happening? What's that noise?<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Francine I don't know. It's been a long week.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Danielle|There were gunshots, and then there was this....<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | My head's a mess. Do you know what you were doing?
... this huge wave of infected people.<br>
|-
They just appeared.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Sure I do. I was watching the fireworks.
{{tooltip|Hundreds of them over the perimeter. Thousands maybe.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|There weren't enough soldiers. Or guns.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Waving a flag.
I'm lying on the back seat of this car.<br>
|-
All I can hear is...<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | This thing began July 4th. Independence Day.
OH GOD. OH THEY'RE <bzzt> <fzzt><br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Maybe Francine, but what's your point?
{{Transcript/row|Host|Hello? Hello?<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Danielle, honey can you hear me?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Terrorism. Terrorism is my point.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Static|<bzzt><br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They've been coming for us for years.
}}}}<br>
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | This is their moment.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Francine, right now I don't think it's the time for theories.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | I've heard enough theories.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Let's get positive. Let's try to help folks out there.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | If you have tips. If you have advice.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Call me.
|}


Day: 5 Start time: 7920 End time: 8280
{{Transcript
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=8280
|-
|time_start=18:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Something's up in the Event camps.
|date=1993-07-14
|-
|endstamp=8610
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We've got Danielle on the line again.
|time_end=23:30
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Let's get the message out there.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Hello? Hello?
Danny? Tell us what you know.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Danielle, honey. What's happening?
{{Transcript/row|Danny|It's spread through bites. Maybe scratches, but definitely bites.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I'm on a carphone. The battery's low.
{{Transcript/row|Host|Have you been in there Danny?<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I need to be quick.
{{Transcript/row|Danny|Kinda. We live on a farm near the river. I swam it.<br>
|-
My sister went into West Point to see what was going on.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | What's happening? What's that noise?
{{tooltip|She said everyone had turned.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|And I mean EVERYONE.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | There were gunshots, and then there was this....
One took a chunk from her wrist.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|She got back and I cleaned the wound, but...|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | ... this huge wave of infected people.
It just got worse.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Then she died.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They just appeared.
{{tooltip|She died, but she <sob> didn't go away.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|It's okay man. We're all here with you.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Hundreds of them over the perimeter. Thousands maybe.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Danny|I ran. Swam the river... somehow.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | There weren't enough soldiers. Or guns.
{{tooltip|She's still there.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Standing there. Dead.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I'm lying on the back seat of this car.
{{tooltip|How the fuck is this happening?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | All I can hear is...
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | OH GOD. OH THEY'RE <bzzt> <fzzt>
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Hello? Hello?
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Danielle, honey can you hear me?
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | <bzzt>
|}


Day: 5 Start time: 8280 End time: 8610<br>
===July 15 1993===
''While the colors in this section may seem off, they are as they appear in game.''
{{Transcript
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=8640
|-
|time_start=00:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Let's get the message out there.
|date=1993-07-15
|-
|endstamp=9000
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Danny? Tell us what you know.
|time_end=06:00
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Carla|{{tooltip|Hi it's Carla.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | It's spread through bites. Maybe scratches, but definitely bites.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|You watching the news Carla?<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Have you been in there Danny?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Carla|{{tooltip|I don't need to see the news, it's outside my front room.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Kinda. We live on a farm near the river. I swam it.
Cars, people... everyone moving North.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | My sister went into West Point to see what was going on.
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|How do they look?|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | She said everyone had turned.
{{Transcript/row|Carla|Scared. Same as me.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | And I mean EVERYONE.
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Will you join them?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | One took a chunk from her wrist.
{{Transcript/row|Carla|I've got three children under the age of six.<br>
|-
My husband's been gone a week.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | She got back and I cleaned the wound, but...
{{tooltip|No clue where he is.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
I can't go. My kids... and he'll come back maybe.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | It just got worse.
{{tooltip|We've got enough to eat.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
We...<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Then she died.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Background|{{tooltip|<bang> <bang>|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | She died, but she <sob> didn't go away.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Person|{{tooltip|Hey! We only want to use the bathroom!|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | It's okay man. We're all here with you.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Carla|I'm sorry I've got to keep quiet.<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | I ran. Swam the river... somehow.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Child|Mommy? What's that...<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | She's still there.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Noises|{{tooltip|<bang> <bang>|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | Standing there. Dead.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Person|{{tooltip|LET US IN! WE CAN HEAR YOU IN THERE!|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #ff0000;" | How the fuck is this happening?
}}
|}
{{Transcript/row|Noises|<crash!><br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Carla|What are you...<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Static|{{tooltip|<click> <bzzt> <fzzt>|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}}}<br>


Day: 5 Start time: 8610 End time: 8640<br>
{{Transcript
Day: 6 Start time: 8640 End time: 9000
|icon=radio
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|timestamp=9000
!Text
|time_start=06:00
|-
|date=1993-07-15
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Hi it's Carla.
|endstamp=9360
|-
|time_end=12:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | You watching the news Carla?
|text={{Transcript/row|Mike|This is my advice: shoot for the head.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I don't need to see the news, it's outside my front room.
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|What if you don't have a gun Mike?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Cars, people... everyone moving North.
{{Transcript/row|Mike|Then you find a goddamn gun.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Bullets to the torso... limbs... they don't slow them.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #000000;" | How do they look?
And they sure as hell don't make them hurt.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Go for the brain.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Scared. Same as me.
{{tooltip|Hell, if you lose your gun then use a bat.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Just burst their heads like a fuckin' balloon.<br>
| style="color: #000000;" | Will you join them?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|These are people's families you're talking about Mike.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I've got three children under the age of six.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Mike|You haven't seen one, have you?<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | My husband's been gone a week.
They're not even human.<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | No clue where he is.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I can't go. My kids... and he'll come back maybe.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | We've got enough to eat.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | We...
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | <bang> <bang>
|-
| style="color: #ff0000;" | Hey! We only want to use the bathroom!
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I'm sorry I've got to keep quiet.
|-
| style="color: #ffff00;" | Mommy? What's that...
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | <bang> <bang>
|-
| style="color: #ff0000;" | LET US IN! WE CAN HEAR YOU IN THERE!
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | <crash!>
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | What are you...
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | <click> <bzzt> <fzzt>
|}


Day: 6 Start time: 9000 End time: 9360
{{Transcript
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=9360
|-
|time_start=12:00
| style="color: #00b050;" | This is my advice: shoot for the head.
|date=1993-07-15
|-
|endstamp=9720
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | What if you don't have a gun Mike?
|time_end=18:00
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Brian|{{tooltip|We're on the road.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Then you find a goddamn gun.
{{tooltip|I'm at a Gas Station.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
It's like some kinda nightmare.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Bullets to the torso... limbs... they don't slow them.
{{tooltip|It's Mad goddam Max.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | And they sure as hell don't make them hurt.
{{Transcript/row|Host|People are panicking?<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | Go for the brain.
{{Transcript/row|Brian|People are scared.<br>
|-
They've taken all the food.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Hell, if you lose your gun then use a bat.
There's fighting in the line for gas...<br>
|-
{{tooltip|But if they think those cars can get anywhere anyway it's insane.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Just burst their heads like a fuckin' balloon.
{{tooltip|Roads are stationary.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|It's just...|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | These are people's families you're talking about Mike.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Just what Brian?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | You haven't seen one, have you?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Brian|There are bodies.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | They're not even human.
{{tooltip|Not dead bodies.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|}
Ill bodies. People with the infection.<br>
{{tooltip|They're just lying at the side of the road.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|People are ignoring them, but they know they're there.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|They're gonna come back. Everyone knows it.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|Just no-one's got the guts.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|No-one wants to do it.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|Not yet.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
They just want to move on.<br>
{{tooltip|Get away.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|But up ahead there'll be more bodies. Not quite dead.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|And someone's got to do it.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|Someone's got to do it.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Host|Can you do it Brian?<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Brian|{{tooltip|I'll find that out further up the road.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|Keep safe.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|I'll try.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}}}<br>


Day: 6 Start time: 9360 End time: 9720
{{Transcript
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=9720
|-
|time_start=18:00
| style="color: #00b050;" | We're on the road.
|date=1993-07-15
|-
|endstamp=10050
| style="color: #00b050;" | I'm at a Gas Station.
|time_end=23:30
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|So what are the facts?<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | It's like some kinda nightmare.
{{tooltip|They're dead. They bite. You don't want to get close.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|For God knows what reason, the truth has been kept from us.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | It's Mad goddam Max.
{{tooltip|They've got it pinned, but for how long?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Do you know anything else? We need NEW information.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | People are panicking?
Call me. Let's get through this together.<br>
|-
Mary, you there?<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | People are scared.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Mary|{{tooltip|The Army are killing us! My Dad. He didn't even have a scratch!|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | They've taken all the food.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|You're... kidding?<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | There's fighting in the line for gas...
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Mary|{{tooltip|The soldier said he was sorry, and he shot him!|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | But if they think those cars can get anywhere anyway it's insane.
Turned the gun on me, then...<br>
|-
{{tooltip|... then he blew his own damn head off.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Roads are stationary.
<sob> <sob><br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b050;" | It's just...
{{Transcript/row|Host|Mary. Mary. I'm so sorry.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Just what Brian?
{{Transcript/row|Mary|{{tooltip|He's dead. He's dead.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | There are bodies.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Not dead bodies.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Ill bodies. People with the infection.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | They're just lying at the side of the road.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | People are ignoring them, but they know they're there.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | They're gonna come back. Everyone knows it.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Just no-one's got the guts.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | No-one wants to do it.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Not yet.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | They just want to move on.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Get away.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | But up ahead there'll be more bodies. Not quite dead.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | And someone's got to do it.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Someone's got to do it.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Can you do it Brian?
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | I'll find that out further up the road.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Keep safe.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | I'll try.
|}


Day: 6 Start time: 9720 End time: 10050
===July 16 1993===
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
{{Transcript
!Text
|icon=radio
|-
|timestamp=10080
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | So what are the facts?
|time_start=00:00
|-
|date=1993-07-16
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | They're dead. They bite. You don't want to get close.
|endstamp=10440
|-
|time_end=06:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | For God knows what reason, the truth has been kept from us.
|text={{Transcript/row|Static|<bzzt><br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | They've got it pinned, but for how long?
{{Transcript/row|Howard|People are sick here. Sick without the bite.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Do you know anything else? We need NEW information.
{{Transcript/row|Host|That's not possible.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Call me. Let's get through this together.
{{Transcript/row|Howard|You're calling me a liar? It's happening.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|I just saw twenty people in an Old Folk's Home die in an hour.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Mary, you there?
They're still there. In their chairs.<br>
|-
Only... some are crawling on the floor.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | The Army are killing us! My Dad. He didn't even have a scratch!
{{tooltip|They're eating Janine.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
They pulled her down. And...<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | You're... kidding?
There's blood everywhere.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|People are turning. Turning fast.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | The soldier said he was sorry, and he shot him!
It can't be stopped.<br>
|-
Oh God no.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Turned the gun on me, then...
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Static|<fzzt><br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | ... then he blew his own damn head off.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Howard|{{tooltip|The Knox Event is not contained.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | <sob> <sob>
I repeat: the Knox Event is not contained.<br>
|-
After the.... what do we call them?<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Mary. Mary. I'm so sorry.
After the wave of the dead took over the boundary camp...<br>
|-
Something else came out with them.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | He's dead. He's dead.
}}
|}
{{Transcript/row|Host|Howard, you okay to talk?<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Howard|<cough> I know what people will think.<br>
{{tooltip|But I haven't taken a scratch.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
No bite marks.<br>
Closest I've been to those poor dead bastards is 20 feet.<br>
{{tooltip|But I've got it. I've got the sickness.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
Unless this is flu or some sick joke.<br>
*cough* *hack*<br>
This is it. I'm dying.<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Don't talk like that. It's not over...|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}
{{Transcript/row|Howard|Till it's over?<br>
{{tooltip|Friend last night I saw kid fresh out of diapers...|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
{{tooltip|I can't even say what I saw.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
<cough> For me it's over. Whatever else happens to you...<br>
}}}}<br>


<span id="Caller_reports_being_sick_with_no_bites"></span>
{{Transcript
Day: 6 Start time: 10050 End time: 10080<br>
|icon=radio
Day: 7 Start time: 10080 End time: 10440
|timestamp=10440
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|time_start=06:00
!Text
|date=1993-07-16
|-
|endstamp=10800
| style="color: #000000;" | <bzzt>
|time_end=12:00
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Caller|I've got it.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | People are sick here. Sick without the bite.
{{tooltip|I've come down with the Event infection, and I'm scared.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Real scared.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | That's not possible.
{{tooltip|But I've got kids north of the river.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
I've got family all over.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | You're calling me a liar? It's happening.
Man I love, who don't love me back, is somewhere out there too.<br>
|-
And I'm saying close the bridges.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I just saw twenty people in an Old Folk's Home die in an hour.
{{tooltip|Stop the people who are running.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Do what you have to do.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They're still there. In their chairs.
{{tooltip|We're lost. We're gone here.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Bomb us if you need to.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Only... some are crawling on the floor.
{{tooltip|They held this thing inside once.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
They pinned it down.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They're eating Janine.
{{tooltip|We're already dead, and they should treat us that way.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They pulled her down. And...
{{Transcript/row|Host|Thank you for your call.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | There's blood everywhere.
{{Transcript/row|Caller|God bless you.<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | People are turning. Turning fast.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | It can't be stopped.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Oh God no.
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | <fzzt>
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | The Knox Event is not contained.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | I repeat: the Knox Event is not contained.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | After the.... what do we call them?
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | After the wave of the dead took over the boundary camp...
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Something else came out with them.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Howard, you okay to talk?
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | <cough> I know what people will think.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | But I haven't taken a scratch.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | No bite marks.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Closest I've been to those poor dead bastards is 20 feet.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | But I've got it. I've got the sickness.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Unless this is flu or some sick joke.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | *cough* *hack*
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | This is it. I'm dying.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Don't talk like that. It's not over...
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Till it's over?
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Friend last night I saw kid fresh out of diapers...
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | I can't even say what I saw.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | <cough> For me it's over. Whatever else happens to you...
|}


Day: 7 Start time: 10440 End time: 10800
{{Transcript
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=10800
|-
|time_start=12:00
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I've got it.
|date=1993-07-16
|-
|endstamp=11160
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I've come down with the Event infection, and I'm scared.
|time_end=18:00
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Latoya has news everyone.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Real scared.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Latoya|{{tooltip|They're closing the bridges!|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | But I've got kids north of the river.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|What bridges Latoya?|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I've got family all over.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Latoya|{{tooltip|All of them. Everyone headed north through Louisville...|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Man I love, who don't love me back, is somewhere out there too.
{{tooltip|...you're not gonna make it!|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | And I'm saying close the bridges.
{{Transcript/row|Host|How do you mean closing?<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Stop the people who are running.
{{Transcript/row|Latoya|No cars can get over, it's gridlock!<br>
|-
{{tooltip|People were just running over with bags...|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Do what you have to do.
{{tooltip|... y'know, all their stuff.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Then they pushed them back, put up barriers and...<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | We're lost. We're gone here.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Background|{{tooltip|*distant explosion*|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Bomb us if you need to.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Latoya|{{tooltip|Shit! Was... *muffle*|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They held this thing inside once.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Background|{{tooltip|*muffle* *muffle*|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They pinned it down.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|Latoya, Latoya are you still there?<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | We're already dead, and they should treat us that way.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Latoya|{{tooltip|They blew the damn thing up?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Thank you for your call.
People are trapped!<br>
|-
They trapped them in the Event!<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | God bless you.
You can't get through any more!<br>
|}
}}
{{Transcript/row|Static|<bzzt><br>
<bzzt><br>
<bzzt><br>
{{tooltip|<fzzt>|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
}}}}<br>


Day: 7 Start time: 10800 End time: 11160
{{Transcript
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=11160
|-
|time_start=18:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Latoya has news everyone.
|date=1993-07-16
|-
|endstamp=11490
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They're closing the bridges!
|time_end=23:30
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|Where are you Julie?<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | What bridges Latoya?
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Julie|I'm on a payphone in the hospital.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | All of them. Everyone headed north through Louisville...
I've fed it my quarters but...<br>
|-
{{tooltip|They're not picking up at home.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | ...you're not gonna make it!
{{tooltip|They're not picking up at Mom's|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|I just needed to call someone.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | How do you mean closing?
Everyone here has it.<br>
|-
They're on the floor.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | No cars can get over, it's gridlock!
{{tooltip|They're hallucinating.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|They're moaning. They're groaning.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | People were just running over with bags...
Everyone's just left them.<br>
|-
They're doctors. How can they do that?<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | ... y'know, all their stuff.
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Host|But you're okay?<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Then they pushed them back, put up barriers and...
}}
|-
{{Transcript/row|Julie|I think so.<br>
| style="color: #000000;" | *distant explosion*
{{tooltip|God. The smell in here.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Don't come to the hospitals.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Shit! Was... *muffle*
Don't go anywhere you expect people.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|It's just death.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #000000;" | *muffle* *muffle*
Death on every sidewalk.<br>
|-
Death at every stop light.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Latoya, Latoya are you still there?
{{tooltip|Real soon they'll start walking.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|I've seen it.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They blew the damn thing up?
{{tooltip|Seen it with my own eyes.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | People are trapped!
{{Transcript/row|Static|<click><br>
|-
{{tooltip|<brrr>|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They trapped them in the Event!
}}}}<br>
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | You can't get through any more!
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | <bzzt>
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | <bzzt>
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | <bzzt>
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | <fzzt>
|}


Day: 7 Start time: 11160 End time: 11490
===July 17 1993===
{| class="mw-collapsible wikitable theme-red"
{{Transcript
!Text
|icon=radio
|-
|timestamp=11520
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Where are you Julie?
|time_start=00:00
|-
|date=1993-07-17
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I'm on a payphone in the hospital.
|endstamp=11880
|-
|time_end=06:00
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I've fed it my quarters but...
|text={{Transcript/row|Richard|{{tooltip|Have you seen them?|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They're not picking up at home.
{{Transcript/row|Host|No Richard, no I have not.<br>
|-
}}
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They're not picking up at Mom's
{{Transcript/row|Richard|There's nothing in their eyes.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|I thought they'd look like a dead body.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I just needed to call someone.
I've seen plenty.<br>
|-
I was in Desert Storm.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Everyone here has it.
{{tooltip|Dead bodies look like they're at peace.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|They look... separate, but the same.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They're on the floor.
These things. They're empty.<br>
|-
Nothing's moved on.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They're hallucinating.
There's no spirit gone up to the sky.<br>
|-
I thought death was just an absence of life.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They're moaning. They're groaning.
Now I see it's worse than that.<br>
|-
Just a big nothing.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Everyone's just left them.
{{tooltip|A road to nowhere.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Something that hates us, and wants us consumed.<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | They're doctors. How can they do that?
{{tooltip|Like a hole has opened up underneath our feet and...|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
...<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | But you're okay?
{{tooltip|I'll be gone soon.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|I'm just sorry it all ended this way.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I think so.
Sorry for us all.<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #8080ff;" | God. The smell in here.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Don't come to the hospitals.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Don't go anywhere you expect people.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | It's just death.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Death on every sidewalk.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Death at every stop light.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Real soon they'll start walking.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | I've seen it.
|-
| style="color: #8080ff;" | Seen it with my own eyes.
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | <click>
|-
| style="color: #000000;" | <brrr>
|}


Day: 7 Start time: 11490 End time: 11520<br>
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Day: 8 Start time: 11520 End time: 11880
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!Text
|time_start=06:00
|-
|date=1993-07-17
| style="color: #00b050;" | Have you seen them?
|endstamp=12240
|-
|time_end=12:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | No Richard, no I have not.
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|We're not taking calls right now - as I'm the one with the news.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Well... you can have the news too.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | There's nothing in their eyes.
Just turn on the TV.<br>
|-
We've got news coming through that the Knox Event has spread...<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | I thought they'd look like a dead body.
{{tooltip|... internationally.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|No-one knows how. No-one knows why.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | I've seen plenty.
{{tooltip|It's in England, and it's in Africa.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|There's pictures of the flu, there's pictures of the infection.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | I was in Desert Storm.
It began here, but now it's there.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Maybe it was everywhere all at once to begin with.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Dead bodies look like they're at peace.
{{tooltip|It's out of control.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|We will be taking no more calls on crackpot theories.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | They look... separate, but the same.
Today is all about helping people.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Helping us get through.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | These things. They're empty.
Some say there's an immunity.<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Let's salvage something somehow.|Stress {{mood|-1}} , Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | Nothing's moved on.
{{tooltip|Someone call in.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
Someone give us hope.<br>
| style="color: #00b050;" | There's no spirit gone up to the sky.
}}}}<br>
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | I thought death was just an absence of life.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Now I see it's worse than that.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Just a big nothing.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | A road to nowhere.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Something that hates us, and wants us consumed.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Like a hole has opened up underneath our feet and...
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | ...
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | I'll be gone soon.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | I'm just sorry it all ended this way.
|-
| style="color: #00b050;" | Sorry for us all.
|}


Day: 8 Start time: 11880 End time: 12240
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|icon=radio
!Text
|timestamp=12240
|-
|time_start=12:00
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We're not taking calls right now - as I'm the one with the news.
|date=1993-07-17
|-
|endstamp=12600
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Well... you can have the news too.
|time_end=18:00
|-
|text={{Transcript/row|Host|{{tooltip|Hey everyone.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Just turn on the TV.
I'm sorry but KnoxTalk is tapping out.<br>
|-
We want to be with our families.<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We've got news coming through that the Knox Event has spread...
{{tooltip|Good luck everyone.|Boredom {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
|-
{{tooltip|Thanks for calling in.|Stress {{mood|-1}} }}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | ... internationally.
Maybe we can do it again some day.<br>
|-
}}}}<br>
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | No-one knows how. No-one knows why.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | It's in England, and it's in Africa.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | There's pictures of the flu, there's pictures of the infection.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | It began here, but now it's there.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Maybe it was everywhere all at once to begin with.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | It's out of control.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | We will be taking no more calls on crackpot theories.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Today is all about helping people.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Helping us get through.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Some say there's an immunity.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Let's salvage something somehow.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Someone call in.
|-
| style="color: #00b0f0;" | Someone give us hope.
|}


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KnoxTalk Radio is a radio station that plays over the 101.2 MHz frequency, located exclusively in Louisville. The show regularly features guests, typically refugees from within the Exclusion Zone who were evacuated.

Over the course of the Knox Event, the many guests on this show pose a few conspiracy theories as to the cause. These theories range from meteor showers to Spiffo's utilizing contaminated meat. It also makes mention of dogs becoming sick within the Exclusion Zone multiple times, which goes largely ignored by the host.

Theories present

Airborne virus

Engineered virus

Spiffo's Burgers

  • Perhaps contrary to the theory, one caller states he was inside of a Spiffo's and witnessed nothing.
  • Another caller alleges, because the disease is so widespread and potentially related to Mad Cow Disease, that Spiffo's is to blame. She mentions a writer who spoke on Triple-N, but the channel makes no mention of it to the player.

Interesting information

Canines may exhibit symptoms

Hosts

  • The host is ambiguous and may change between airings.

Transcript

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Spoiler warning!
The following contains unhidden spoilers pertaining to the story of Project Zomboid. Proceed at your own risk.

The following is the complete transcript with times taken from media/radio/RadioData.xml

Note that each entry can only be seen once by the player. Multiple times for a single entry represent times when the entry is viewable, not that it appears multiple times for a single player. Some entries are repeated, meaning that each may be viewed once, even though the content is the same.

Initial infection

Time: 00:0006:00

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person1:

In 1992 Governor Cal Fairweather made a promise.
A promise he broke in two.
He said he'd invest.
He said he'd clean up.
He said the toxins discovered in our fields and forests would be eradicated.
He failed.
Vote Mahoney this Fall. Vote for Change.

person2:

This has been an endorsed message by the Democrat party.


Time: 06:0011:30

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person1:

I'm Cal Fairweather, and I am the voice of progress.
I hunt. I shoot. I fish.
I see nature all around.
And it's clean, it's clear, it's as God intended.
We've spent our time testing the land around us.
Making sure the military testing thirty long years ago...
... to protect our country...
... was as safe as we always thought it was.
Know what?
Kentucky's as safe a place to live as it is beautiful.
Vote for Cal Fairweather. Vote for progress.

person2:

This has been an endorsed message by the Republican party.


July 9 1993

Date: July 9, 1993
Time: 00:0006:00

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Music:

♪ We'll meet you at the... Cross Roads! ♪
♪ We'll see you at the... Cross Roads! ♪

person1:

The Cross Roads Mall!
For fun, for friends, for store after store!
Late night closing every Saturday!

Music:

♪ We'll meet you at the... Cross Roads! ♪
♪ We'll see you at the... Cross Roads! ♪


Date: July 9, 1993
Time: 06:0012:00

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Host:

KnoxTalk Radio, you're on the air Marcia.
What do you know?

Marcia:

Nothin'! I was on the phone to my daughter... then she goes dead!

Host:

Did she mention any kind of infection Marcia?

Marcia:

Kids were off school with a fever. Nothing bad.
Now we can't talk! Can't go see her!

Host:

Nothing else?
They're saying panic and confusion in there.

Marcia:

That's it. They had a fever.

Host:

How are you Marcia? Are you scared?

Marcia:

Scared? I'm not scared - I'm pissed!
Who do these guys think they are?

Host:

They're the US Army ma'am.
Back after these messages.


Date: July 9, 1993
Time: 12:0018:00

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Host:

You're back with KnoxTalk radio.
Today we're talking to people who made it out of the Exclusion Zone.
Bobby? Tell us what happened.

Bobby:

I headed out on the freeway when the soldiers showed.
Musta been one of the last out. Then helicopters, trucks, guns...

Host:

You hear anything about the Event Bobby?

Bobby:

Kinda. Heard it said some people are ill.
Walking funny.
They say it starts with a fever, but I missed all that.

Host:

Are they violent Bobby?

Bobby:

They what?

Host:

Are they violent?
Some say there's attacks in there.

Bobby:

I was getting lunch in Spiffo's.
Didn't see no fight.

Host:

Thanks for your call Bobby!

Bobby:

Okay. Bye.


Date: July 9, 1993
Time: 18:0023:30

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Host:

We've got someone with something new. Twiggy, you there?

Twiggy:

Sure am. Figured you'd want to hear from someone from inside.
I live in West Point. Own a bar.
I went away to visit a cousin, but the night before...
Weird stuff.
Helicopters flying low over us to Muldraugh.
We get that stuff - we're an Army town.
Serve those boys most nights.
Just seemed out of place.
Next day I'm coming back. It's no-go.
Thanking God I had my wife and dog with me, I guess.
Else I wouldn't be seeing them for a week.
Dog's been sick, so glad she's with me.
I don't know how long this dang thing will take.
Do you know?

Host:

I'm afraid I do not.
Thanks for your call.


July 10 1993

Date: July 10, 1993
Time: 00:0006:00

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Host:

You're on the air Madison.

Madison:

I just wanna say this was planned.

Host:

What was planned? A disease outbreak?

Madison:

All those helicopters. All those soldiers. Just appearing.
My boy was in Desert Storm - I know it can't be done in days...
To move those guys that quickly?
They knew a storm was brewing.
They knew this might happen.

Host:

I don't know Madison.
They have to plan for all contingencies.

Madison:

Cutting off counties south of the Ohio river is a HELL of a contingency.

Host:

Good point and well made.
Okay, next caller after these...


Date: July 10, 1993
Time: 06:0012:00

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Host:

We appreciate your calls, especially as people inside the zone...
Well they can't call.
Apparently Knox Telecommunications have been working on the lines.
And they've been out for a week.
That's long before the blockade was set up.
Christian, my producer tells me you can confirm this?
We've got a lot of folks hungry for a conspiracy on our lines.
You're saying it's bad timing?

Christian:

My phone is still out!
It's been out for... nine days?
Guy from Knox Telephones came round.
Said to expect some disruption.

Host:

So where are you calling from Christian?

Christian:

My sister's place.
I live just North of the river. She's up in Louisville.

Host:

And you wanted to get away?

Christian:

Sure did.
I don't know what's happening on the other side of the water...
But it's not good.
You can smell it in the air.
Something's smelled bad for weeks, it gets into your lungs.
That's what's behind it.

Host:

Thanks for your call Christian,


Date: July 10, 1993
Time: 12:0018:00

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Host:

How you doing James?

James:

Ah. Not so good.

Host:

Guess we don't need to ask why. You know anyone in there?

James:

Nah. It's just - weird not knowing what's going down.
I mean, it's 1993. There's gotta be other ways to call out.

Host:

Phone system's down James. No big transmitters I know of.

James:

How about something short-range?

Host:

I'm in your boat James. I just don't know.

James:

What if they don't want to be heard?
What if they're... too far gone?
You think that's what they're hiding?

Host:

Lots of military bases in there James. Whole lot of secret stuff.
That's my reading anyway.

James:

It's not right though, is it?

Host:

Not much is.
We'll come back to you after this James.


Date: July 10, 1993
Time: 18:0023:30

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Host:

You're with KnoxTalk Catherine...

Catherine:

That new Spiffo's restaurant just opened.

Host:

And you think it's connected?

Catherine:

It's in the meat!
They've been feeding cattle to cattle!
It's a European thing.

Host:

You think it's related to the BSE crisis?
Mad Cow disease?

Catherine:

There was a guy talking about it on Triple-N.
Guy wrote a book. Said it gets into your head.
You eat burgers, and it gets to your brain.
My son worked in Spiffos before they let him go.
You know how many he cooked a day?
A lot. A whole lot.
That's all I'm saying.

Host:

Thanks for your call Catherine.


July 11 1993

Date: July 11, 1993
Time: 00:0006:00

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Host:

Let's get some focus.
We got a retired Colonel on the line. Colonel Smythe out of Arkansas.

Colonel:

I've been detectin' some... anti authority sentiment on your show.
Now, my daddy - he was a soldier.
His daddy too. Then me. Then my son.
We shed a lot of blood for the red, white and blue.
These boys protectin' those people - we don't know their orders.
But we do know they're doing the right thing.
No matter what.
They're regular men like your son, like my son.
Have faith in them, and have faith in their superiors.
Nothing comes easy in the Army.
That doesn't mean you don't do right.

Host:

Thank you for your call.
Good to hear the other side.
Back after this...


Date: July 11, 1993
Time: 06:0012:00

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Host:

Ethan's called in. How are you Ethan?

Ethan:

You think it matters how I am?
How about the poor souls behind the Event line?

Host:

Well of course...

Ethan:

This is judgment. This is God.

Host:

That's certainly a point of...

Ethan:

Let me finish! This is foretold. Jesus is coming home.
Everyone listening. EVERYONE listening.
You get on your knees and repent.
He knows your sins, and he's a comin'.
No. In fact, he's already here. And you are JUDGED.
You know what it says in the book of Revelations?

Host:

I do. Okay, onto the next caller.

Ethan:

The great day of his wrath is come!
And who shall be able to stand?

Host:

Okay. Thank you!


Date: July 11, 1993
Time: 12:0018:00

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Host:

If you haven't heard they've grounded flights.
Domestic flights are dandy, but if you're thinking of going further...
You're gonna be disappointed.
The WHO, that's the World Health Organisation, are to blame.
Todd, I hear you've got an opinion.

Todd:

Sure as heck I do.
Who gave this 'WHO' a right to tell us what to do?
They watching the same news I am?
We've got a problem. We've got it contained.

Host:

Who's 'We' Todd?

Todd:

The United States of America!
WHO's got no business here!
How in hell can they tell us what to do?
They're scared of catching a cold, so what?
America can't do business?
America can kiss vacations goodbye?
We founded this nation to get away from those bastards.

Host:

Todd I'm gonna have to ask for less cussing.

Todd:

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It's just...
Y'know I love America.

Host:

We all do Todd.
Thanks for your call.


Date: July 11, 1993
Time: 18:0023:30

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Host:

We've got Latoya, calling from Louisville.

Latoya:

I just tried to get out of my apartment.
Couldn't get off the front step.
Trouble there too Latoya?
With the soldiers? Hell I don't think so.
There's a goddam' TANK in my street.
I never seen so much camouflage in one place.

Host:

Where are you calling from?

Latoya:

I'm North of the river.

Host:

I heard they were on the bridges?

Latoya:

They're everywhere.

Host:

So no fighting where you are?
Reports of riots are coming in from New York, Miami...

Latoya:

People here don't have time to fight.
If they can, they're just going North.
Vehicle after vehicle. Some folks on foot.
It's gridlock.

Host:

Thanks for calling Latoya.


July 12 1993

Date: July 12, 1993
Time: 00:0006:00

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Host:

Abigail? You're on.

Abigail:

Why are they sticking with this bullshit?

Host:

Who Abigail? And please... this is a family show.

Abigail:

You still think that counts for something?
We know the truth, we know what's in there.
My boyfriend? He's dead.
I know that, and I know that I'm as good as dead.
Why spin us this bullshit?
Who in hell are they protecting?
I'll tell you: themselves!
They got labs in there, they got secret facilities.

Host:

There's no evidence for any of that Abigail.

Abigail:

There's a goddam Exclusion Zone filled with evidence!

Host:

Thank you for your call.


Date: July 12, 1993
Time: 06:0012:00

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Host:

We've been asked to break our regular broadcasting.
So, no calls right now people.
News right down from the top: a curfew.
From 6pm tonight: keep your kids inside.
Hope must be to calm folk down.
We're in Nowheresville out here...
And I've seen looting. Shelves are empty.
They shut the bar, but that didn't stop people breaking back in.
God only knows what it's like in city centers right now.
Let's open up the lines. Clare, you there?

Clare:

Sure am. Who the hell isn't staying inside right now anyways?
Knox Event could be in anything.
The air. The food. Did you see the meteors?

Host:

They passed me by Clare.

Clare:

Passed by everyone.

Host:

Over their heads?

Clare:

Are you mocking me?

Host:

Sorry Clare, it's been a long week.

Clare:

It's in the skies, and it's in the air we breathe.
Curfew is the right move.
But it's too late.

Host:

Thank you Clare!
Any other thoughts on the Knox Event curfew?
We want to hear them...
Lines are back open people.


Date: July 12, 1993
Time: 12:0018:00

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Host:

Okay folks, a lot of voice on our lines as you'd imagine.
But Danielle's got a story to tell. You've got the mic Danielle.

Danielle:

They're lying. They're lying to us.
We were on the inside . My Mom - she was attacked. This guy bit her.
We tried to get out but they took her.
I don't know where she is.
I took my dog out the car and I just ran.
They shot my dog!
What kinda soldiers do that?
And I'm sat here in this camp on some guy's carphone.
The others - they wanted me to get word out.
People in there have changed.
They try to kill you.
All of them try to kill you.


Date: July 12, 1993
Time: 18:0023:30

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Kelly:

I know him. I know the guy.

Host:

For people just tuning in, Kelly's calling about...
... the disturbing images that have emerged from the Event Zone.
Tune in to a news channel, everyone has it.
But I guess Kelly has what they'd call an exclusive.
His family might be listening Kelly.

Kelly:

Okay, I won't name him.
But he works in the Cine-E Plex.
Saw him last week when I took my son to the Spiffo movie.
It's him for sure.
You think they feel pain?

Host:

Well, his arm's not there. He's not even blinking.

Kelly:

I don't even know if they feel.
You think it's contained?

Host:

You're the caller. You tell me.

Kelly:

I think they know what they're doing.
They're trained for this kinda thing.

Host:

Let's hope you're right Clare.
Back after these messages.

Advert:

[cine plex advert]


July 13 1993

Date: July 13, 1993
Time: 06:0012:00

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Host:

What's your employment mystery caller?

Janitor:

I'm a janitor.
I've signed so many forms that I know this isn't right...
But there's labs in there.
Guys in white coats.

Host:

And they're experimenting with what? Biological stuff?

Janitor:

I don't know.

Host:

Do they test on anything? Animals?

Janitor:

Saw some dogs on my last day before this all started.

Host:

They test on dogs?

Janitor:

Naw. Security guys' dog was sick.

Host:

So what you're saying is...
They have science stuff in a military installation.
Could be weapons, could be freshman chemistry class.
And a guy owned a dog?

Janitor:

Yes sir. That's the measure of it.
Could be anything.
It's terrorism.

Host:

Thanks for your call.
If anyone actually knows some facts about the Event call me.

Producer:

Sick of time-wasters.


Date: July 13, 1993
Time: 12:0018:00

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Host:

We've got a live one folks.
Charles, I'm just going to hand over to you.
Say what you need to say.

Charles:

I was in there.
Everyone got the sickness at once.
But... not everyone got the sickness.
There was a bunch of us, running for the north road.
All around us they were waking up.
Waking up dead.
We saw soldiers in hazard suits... they just threw us into trucks.
There was this one lady.
They just shot her.
Back then we didn't know why.
Now I know they did her a favor.
They kept us in a military camp.
They called it quarantine.
When people got sick they took them away.
For tests they said, through an inch of hazard suit plastic...
They never came back.
I didn't know anyone I was with but...
Fathers. Daughters. Wives. Children...
Losing their families, one by one.
Then, two days ago, we woke up and the cells were open.
Soldiers were gone.
No trace.
Just some guy in a uniform who'd been filled with bullets.
Looked like a disagreement.
We went North, and walked right through the border.
No-one said a word.
I feel like I've seen Hell.

Host:

Thanks for your call.


Date: July 13, 1993
Time: 18:0023:30

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Host:

John, you're up. How're ya feeling?

John:

I just wanted to say thank you.
All those other stations. The TV.
They're just saying what they want them to say.
Jackie Jaye's sat in McGrew's lap and spittin' his lies.
The people in there are DEAD.
They're gone. My daughter. Your families.
This is how it ENDS.

Host:

Thank you John.
Sure is starting to feel that way.


July 14 1993

Date: July 14, 1993
Time: 00:0006:00

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Host:

Okay people we need your calls tonight.
It's crazy out there.
The President doing nothing has led to...
Well people are scared.
Firehoses have been turned on angry crowds in New York.
Looting and arson in Los Angeles.
And in the middle criminals using the climate of fear...
... to their own advantage.
I've seen pictures of people taking TVs, computer game consoles... stuff like that...
I'm taking your calls:
Are you stockpiling food and medicine?
What do you make of the curfew rumors?
Same place, same number... different nightmare.
Call us now guys.


Date: July 14, 1993
Time: 06:0012:00

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Host:

Francine wants to talk to us.
You're on the air.

Francine:

You know how long it takes for this to incubate?
I mean the flu?
Not when they... get you.

Host:

One day? Two days?

Francine:

Two days before the military rolled out: what were you doin'?

Host:

Francine I don't know. It's been a long week.
My head's a mess. Do you know what you were doing?

Francine:

Sure I do. I was watching the fireworks.
Waving a flag.
This thing began July 4th. Independence Day.

Host:

Maybe Francine, but what's your point?

Francine:

Terrorism. Terrorism is my point.
They've been coming for us for years.
This is their moment.

Host:

Francine, right now I don't think it's the time for theories.
I've heard enough theories.
Let's get positive. Let's try to help folks out there.
If you have tips. If you have advice.
Call me.


Date: July 14, 1993
Time: 12:0018:00

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Host:

Something's up in the Event camps.
We've got Danielle on the line again.

Danielle:

Hello? Hello?

Host:

Danielle, honey. What's happening?

Danielle:

I'm on a carphone. The battery's low.
I need to be quick.

Host:

What's happening? What's that noise?

Danielle:

There were gunshots, and then there was this....
... this huge wave of infected people.
They just appeared.
Hundreds of them over the perimeter. Thousands maybe.
There weren't enough soldiers. Or guns.
I'm lying on the back seat of this car.
All I can hear is...
OH GOD. OH THEY'RE <bzzt> <fzzt>

Host:

Hello? Hello?
Danielle, honey can you hear me?

Static:

<bzzt>


Date: July 14, 1993
Time: 18:0023:30

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Host:

Let's get the message out there.
Danny? Tell us what you know.

Danny:

It's spread through bites. Maybe scratches, but definitely bites.

Host:

Have you been in there Danny?

Danny:

Kinda. We live on a farm near the river. I swam it.
My sister went into West Point to see what was going on.
She said everyone had turned.
And I mean EVERYONE.
One took a chunk from her wrist.
She got back and I cleaned the wound, but...
It just got worse.
Then she died.
She died, but she <sob> didn't go away.
It's okay man. We're all here with you.

Danny:

I ran. Swam the river... somehow.
She's still there.
Standing there. Dead.
How the fuck is this happening?


July 15 1993

Date: July 15, 1993
Time: 00:0006:00

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Carla:

Hi it's Carla.

Host:

You watching the news Carla?

Carla:

I don't need to see the news, it's outside my front room.
Cars, people... everyone moving North.

Host:

How do they look?

Carla:

Scared. Same as me.

Host:

Will you join them?

Carla:

I've got three children under the age of six.
My husband's been gone a week.
No clue where he is.
I can't go. My kids... and he'll come back maybe.
We've got enough to eat.
We...

Background:

<bang> <bang>

Person:

Hey! We only want to use the bathroom!

Carla:

I'm sorry I've got to keep quiet.

Child:

Mommy? What's that...

Noises:

<bang> <bang>

Person:

LET US IN! WE CAN HEAR YOU IN THERE!

Noises:

<crash!>

Carla:

What are you...

Static:

<click> <bzzt> <fzzt>


Date: July 15, 1993
Time: 06:0012:00

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Mike:

This is my advice: shoot for the head.

Host:

What if you don't have a gun Mike?

Mike:

Then you find a goddamn gun.
Bullets to the torso... limbs... they don't slow them.
And they sure as hell don't make them hurt.
Go for the brain.
Hell, if you lose your gun then use a bat.
Just burst their heads like a fuckin' balloon.

Host:

These are people's families you're talking about Mike.

Mike:

You haven't seen one, have you?
They're not even human.


Date: July 15, 1993
Time: 12:0018:00

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Brian:

We're on the road.
I'm at a Gas Station.
It's like some kinda nightmare.
It's Mad goddam Max.

Host:

People are panicking?

Brian:

People are scared.
They've taken all the food.
There's fighting in the line for gas...
But if they think those cars can get anywhere anyway it's insane.
Roads are stationary.
It's just...

Host:

Just what Brian?

Brian:

There are bodies.
Not dead bodies.
Ill bodies. People with the infection.
They're just lying at the side of the road.
People are ignoring them, but they know they're there.
They're gonna come back. Everyone knows it.
Just no-one's got the guts.
No-one wants to do it.
Not yet.
They just want to move on.
Get away.
But up ahead there'll be more bodies. Not quite dead.
And someone's got to do it.
Someone's got to do it.

Host:

Can you do it Brian?

Brian:

I'll find that out further up the road.
Keep safe.

Host:

I'll try.


Date: July 15, 1993
Time: 18:0023:30

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Host:

So what are the facts?
They're dead. They bite. You don't want to get close.
For God knows what reason, the truth has been kept from us.
They've got it pinned, but for how long?
Do you know anything else? We need NEW information.
Call me. Let's get through this together.
Mary, you there?

Mary:

The Army are killing us! My Dad. He didn't even have a scratch!

Host:

You're... kidding?

Mary:

The soldier said he was sorry, and he shot him!
Turned the gun on me, then...
... then he blew his own damn head off.
<sob> <sob>

Host:

Mary. Mary. I'm so sorry.

Mary:

He's dead. He's dead.


July 16 1993

Date: July 16, 1993
Time: 00:0006:00

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Static:

<bzzt>

Howard:

People are sick here. Sick without the bite.

Host:

That's not possible.

Howard:

You're calling me a liar? It's happening.
I just saw twenty people in an Old Folk's Home die in an hour.
They're still there. In their chairs.
Only... some are crawling on the floor.
They're eating Janine.
They pulled her down. And...
There's blood everywhere.
People are turning. Turning fast.
It can't be stopped.
Oh God no.

Static:

<fzzt>

Howard:

The Knox Event is not contained.
I repeat: the Knox Event is not contained.
After the.... what do we call them?
After the wave of the dead took over the boundary camp...
Something else came out with them.

Host:

Howard, you okay to talk?

Howard:

<cough> I know what people will think.
But I haven't taken a scratch.
No bite marks.
Closest I've been to those poor dead bastards is 20 feet.
But I've got it. I've got the sickness.
Unless this is flu or some sick joke.

  • cough* *hack*

This is it. I'm dying.

Host:

Don't talk like that. It's not over...

Howard:

Till it's over?
Friend last night I saw kid fresh out of diapers...
I can't even say what I saw.
<cough> For me it's over. Whatever else happens to you...


Date: July 16, 1993
Time: 06:0012:00

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Caller:

I've got it.
I've come down with the Event infection, and I'm scared.
Real scared.
But I've got kids north of the river.
I've got family all over.
Man I love, who don't love me back, is somewhere out there too.
And I'm saying close the bridges.
Stop the people who are running.
Do what you have to do.
We're lost. We're gone here.
Bomb us if you need to.
They held this thing inside once.
They pinned it down.
We're already dead, and they should treat us that way.

Host:

Thank you for your call.

Caller:

God bless you.


Date: July 16, 1993
Time: 12:0018:00

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Host:

Latoya has news everyone.

Latoya:

They're closing the bridges!

Host:

What bridges Latoya?

Latoya:

All of them. Everyone headed north through Louisville...
...you're not gonna make it!

Host:

How do you mean closing?

Latoya:

No cars can get over, it's gridlock!
People were just running over with bags...
... y'know, all their stuff.
Then they pushed them back, put up barriers and...

Background:

*distant explosion*

Latoya:

Shit! Was... *muffle*

Background:

*muffle* *muffle*

Host:

Latoya, Latoya are you still there?

Latoya:

They blew the damn thing up?
People are trapped!
They trapped them in the Event!
You can't get through any more!

Static:

<bzzt>
<bzzt>
<bzzt>
<fzzt>


Date: July 16, 1993
Time: 18:0023:30

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Host:

Where are you Julie?

Julie:

I'm on a payphone in the hospital.
I've fed it my quarters but...
They're not picking up at home.
They're not picking up at Mom's
I just needed to call someone.
Everyone here has it.
They're on the floor.
They're hallucinating.
They're moaning. They're groaning.
Everyone's just left them.
They're doctors. How can they do that?

Host:

But you're okay?

Julie:

I think so.
God. The smell in here.
Don't come to the hospitals.
Don't go anywhere you expect people.
It's just death.
Death on every sidewalk.
Death at every stop light.
Real soon they'll start walking.
I've seen it.
Seen it with my own eyes.

Static:

<click>
<brrr>


July 17 1993

Date: July 17, 1993
Time: 00:0006:00

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Richard:

Have you seen them?

Host:

No Richard, no I have not.

Richard:

There's nothing in their eyes.
I thought they'd look like a dead body.
I've seen plenty.
I was in Desert Storm.
Dead bodies look like they're at peace.
They look... separate, but the same.
These things. They're empty.
Nothing's moved on.
There's no spirit gone up to the sky.
I thought death was just an absence of life.
Now I see it's worse than that.
Just a big nothing.
A road to nowhere.
Something that hates us, and wants us consumed.
Like a hole has opened up underneath our feet and...
...
I'll be gone soon.
I'm just sorry it all ended this way.
Sorry for us all.


Date: July 17, 1993
Time: 06:0012:00

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Host:

We're not taking calls right now - as I'm the one with the news.
Well... you can have the news too.
Just turn on the TV.
We've got news coming through that the Knox Event has spread...
... internationally.
No-one knows how. No-one knows why.
It's in England, and it's in Africa.
There's pictures of the flu, there's pictures of the infection.
It began here, but now it's there.
Maybe it was everywhere all at once to begin with.
It's out of control.
We will be taking no more calls on crackpot theories.
Today is all about helping people.
Helping us get through.
Some say there's an immunity.
Let's salvage something somehow.
Someone call in.
Someone give us hope.


Date: July 17, 1993
Time: 12:0018:00

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Host:

Hey everyone.
I'm sorry but KnoxTalk is tapping out.
We want to be with our families.
Good luck everyone.
Thanks for calling in.
Maybe we can do it again some day.


See also