Monday, November 26, 2012

TAYLOR AND THE RADIO

As Taylor spoke, my mind went elsewhere. I know I should have been listening, but it had been a morning. Just above our conversation, humanoids were tethering people and pulling them around what used to be my neighborhood. It was hard to focus....

"Ed... Mr. Ed.... MR. EDDIE!!" Taylor brought me back. "I took it off as soon as they turned away." She said. I didn't have the slightest idea of what she was talking about. "I'm sorry, again. Can you say it again please." She sighed. "My wrist, like I said before, it started clinging itself to my wrist like a... a.... a centipede gripping to your skin." I was still clueless. "RECEPTION." She said. "As soon as the horns came, hundreds of military men in trucks, tanks, buses and white vans all showing the ASMZ logo walked in our homes... didn't you hear 'anything' I've been saying?" She was offended. As she should be. I was just.... gone.

She explained to me that the horns, were the loud sounds I heard in the air. I thought they were HUM BLASTS of some kind, but from what Taylor says, they were soothing to everyone close. She had her earphones in listening to music when they entered her house. So she didn't get the full effect of whatever frequency was being broadcast in the air. Her family was at work, and she still doesn't know where they are. She was drug out into the street and her headphones were ripped off. As soon as she heard the sound, she was filled with a warmth inside like she's never known. She said it made her.... satisfied? But like I said before, she is one of us without knowing it. She took the few seconds she had to notice her surroundings. All the officers had yellow earplugs in, and were protected. After the initial shock the people had from being drug kicking and screaming into the street, they got up to their feet and looked happy to cooperate. Taylor went on by saying that officers put the RECEPTION band around their wrist and were pointed in a direction. The people did happily, smiling and holding hands. The officers talked out loud between vehicles and Taylor reported them saying that they were looking for LORD MICAH. She said they were questioning everyone about him, with a smile.

But the calmness of the take over was short lived. People started rebelling. Especially the youth. People that noticed what was going on screamed in resistance. "RUN RUN RUN RUN" is what Taylor reported hundreds of people saying in a matter of minutes. The officer that put the RECEPTION band on her wrist was immediately distracted and she ripped it off, preventing it to lock to her. 

I could see the parallel lines of red dots where she ripped it off. The yellow light wasn't helping at all in the room we were talking in. I couldn't be too picky at a time like this though. 

She ran to the corner of her house and hid to give her time to think. People that wore the RECEPTION band started turning, and yelling at everyone that rebelled. Then more loud horns came. Those were the sounds that I heard up top. It really did sound like a lawn mower. A low, rattling hum. At this point she said, "EVERYONE WENT MAD." 

Taylor said, "I left the corner of my house and ran to the back where the gate was open. I got on top of the dog house and jumped over the fence where I landed in the alley. There was just horn sound after horn sound. The screaming of people blurred together and it sounded like a stadium or a t.v. on a channel with just white snow on the screen. I started running east toward the freeway to try to get to higher ground and looked behind me. There were people rolling on top of people Eddie. Everyone with the RECEPTION bands turned on their neighbors and attacked with out warning. There was gun shots everywhere as I ran and I was too afraid to stop. I just kept running."

Her eyes, started watering. 

"A truck pulled in front of me and I ran into it hurting my leg. A lady got out of the drivers side and ran around to me. There were so many people coming, if we'd have stayed there one more minute we would have been swallowed by the hoard. I opened the door to get in, but the driver pulled me out hard and it surprised me. She was wearing the RECEPTION. She screamed at me and started flailing her hands wildly at me. I could tell she didn't really know what she was doing, but if there were 2 or 3 more of these crazies on me, I wouldn't have survived. I punched her twice in the face and once in the throat, dropping her. The hoard was right at my feet. I climbed inside the truck, slammed the door and drove in this direction. That's when my tire exploded. I drove underneath HWY 45 trying to get to the water, hoping that CLEAR LAKE would be safe... well, safer if I made it to a boat. But everywhere I drove, There were people running, screaming, fighting, and killing. I would have loved to see a zombie. But I didn't see any until the truck wouldn't drive anymore. Sparks were rooster tailing behind me and everyone was coming at me. Well, it seemed they were coming at me. I don't really think people knew what they were going too or running from to tell you the truth. But I had to run too. I jumped out of the truck and ran. People started passing me, behind me, in front of me. It felt like I was in a fast paced marathon. So many people around me. And some of them were dropping with gunshots to the back or the head. Through the mass of people I could see homes with piles propped up on one side. I was entering your neighborhood and didn't know it. The ground started feeling weird and I had to start stepping up, but I didn't have time to look down. I just didn't want to get trampled. I stumbled and fell, noticing that my hands were touching shingles. I kept pushing my legs and arms to crawl forward but was picked up by a man. He had me in his arms. And the next thing I knew, that guy... Micah was pulling me down into your basement... bomb shelter.... whatever."

My mouth was wide open.

"Anyway," Taylor said. "I hadn't ever heard of Lord Micah until then. And while you were asleep, I was told to make myself at home. I saw a computer sitting, and thought to check my emails hoping to contact my parents. I didn't know it was...... Armageddon. What I 'did' find though, was a message by Lord Micah.. the guy that's just in the other room..." She had a frank look on her face. 

I had her show me the message Lord Micah left. I don't think anyone here, or anywhere knew that Micah worked for the ASMZ. Or if he still has ties to them. Aside from him saying he doesn't have any 'alegiance' to them... there's a chance Taylor's right. 

Is Lord Micah leading us into a trap? The path he's chosen isn't the safest, but the 7 soldiers are going along with it. I'm lost. My new body guard 'GAS' seems o.k. with things too. Great... now my head hurts.

Taylor went back to doing what she was before she was called in to see me. I was rubbing my temples, trying to get rid of a massive and immediate headache. 

Just then... our radio came alive. In a dark corner, our receiver started crackling and making noise. Our cell phones hadn't worked since the day before yesterday so communication with 'ANYONE' was important. My son Forrest rushed in to the room, sat down, turned the volume up and picked up the mic. 

--THIS IS ENDER115 WITH THE HOUSTON ZFC. IS ANYONE THERE? OVER
--IS THIS LINE SECURE? OVER
static
--HOUSTON ZFC THIS IS ENDER115....OVER
--I SAID, IS THIS LINE SECURE? OVER
--YES, THE LINE IS SECURE. IDENTIFY YOURSELF. OVER

More people gathered into the room to hear the conversation.

--ENDER115 HUH? GLAD YOUR STILL ALIVE. OVER
--AGAIN, IDENTIFY YOURSELF. OVER
--YOUR FATHER
static
--SAID
static

"I think we lost him dad." My son started to take the headphones off.

More static came back fusing into voice. Forrest secured his headphones again.

--YOUR FATHER SAID YOU WERE A FIGHTER, I GUESS HE WAS RIGHT. OVER
--TRANSMISSION WILL BE TERMINATED IF YOU DON'T ID YOURSELF, LAST WARNING. OVER
--ITS LOKEY AND THE REST OF THE ZFC. OVER
--MINUS RAMBO static I MEAN JOSHUA. OVER
--WERE 2 MILES NORTH WEST OF YOUR POSITION NOW OFF I45. OVER
--WE'LL MEET YOU THERE IN TWO DAYS. LOOK FOR LOTS OF DEAD BODIES. YOU'LL FIND US. OVER

transmission lost

Everyone turned to look at me.

 I turned to look at Lord Micah.







NEW AMERICA AND TRAITORS

When I woke up, my head bandage had been loosened, and there was a glass of water sitting next to me. Lord Micah's kids were the first to greet me back to the living. They took my arm and helped me sit up straight.

"One whole day" Izzy said. "You've been out for 24 hours, almost to the minute" she continued. Her little sister hugged an old teddy bear close and when our eyes met, she nodded for me to stand and follow them into the front room. So young, but commanding with little to no effort. 

I stood and felt my legs adjust to the concrete. I followed the two young girls. Izzy pulled a banana off the fruit shelf and handed it back to me, never slowing the pace of our walk from the back of the bomb shelter to the front. 

When I arrived, my wife stood up and ushered all the children out of the room. There were strange men in my home now. The children were playing with their Velcro pockets and telling the soldiers how they knew what kind of guns they had. But the conversation stopped quickly when I entered the room. Every one's face got serious, as if a good friend had died and I was the last to know about it. 

Before my wife left the room, she pulled close to me, "watch your ass" she said through her teeth. Her feistyness is why I married her. Love that.

Looking up, the faces of 7 men stared at me. Emotionless, cold, driven, angry. They were silent.  Lord Micah asked me to sit. There was a large spool table we pulled into the center of the room. The circular shape and size was perfect for us all to sit around. But as soon as I sat down, I got a splinter in the palm of my hand. 

The men were almost identical. One that stood out was at the exact opposite side of the table. The tag on his camouflage bullet proof vest read GASOLINE. I had to comment. "Your name, is Gasoline?" I said with a slight smirk, trying to break the ice. But there was no ice to break. It was a concrete wall of mental experience. "YES" he said. And that was 'all' he said. I looked around the room, and noticed the  level these men were at. I had fought zombies for two years now. And I'll admit, I'm the best I know. But these men were on a different level. They were cut from a different cloth of 'BAD ASS'. They were in my home, but I was forced to respect their knowledge. And it came fast too. What I 'didn't' know was horrifying....

Lord Micah began:

"You slept through all the action!" He was trying to break the ice too.. Again, no ice. "Out that sealed steel door is another America Eddie. Your family has been briefed and is preparing now." "Preparing for what?" I inserted. "Best you keep your questions till the end." One of the soldiers spoke up. "It's o.k. Eddie, all the questions you have will be answered." Micah went on. "You remember the hoards of  people right?" I nodded. "Well they were all running from our enemy, the ASMZ. And as I thought, they 'are' using some kind of hum blast or frequency weapon themselves. In a nutshell, the worlds government has employed the ASMZ to kill us, us being the resistance." "I know all this Micah. I'm sure there are details that have come up, but I knew what was going on. I heard the HUM BLASTS just like you did." I continued counter acting on what Micah had told me. At the same time, GASOLINE stood up from across the table and walked around. Two others stood up to interject, but he raised his hand and asked them to pause. He walked directly up to me and grabbed my arm. My body began to stand... so I obliged.

He walked me up the concrete stairs, ducked so our heads wouldn't hit the hanging yellow light and stopped at the trap door that led outside. He turned around and put his finger over his lips. I understood what was going on. I had done this a million times myself. 'BE QUIET, STAY LOW, AND BE READY FOR ANYTHING. Right. got it. Honestly, I was hoping there was some turkey left on the table just outside the trap door. My mouth started salivating.

GASOLINE opened the latch and used his head and shoulder to lift the door. It was a heavy door. Maybe too heavy. Better safe than sorry right? Gasoline looked around, then dropped the door slowly and turned back around. "Look, I want you to see but say nothing. Do you understand?" I looked down at Micah and the six other soldiers at the round table. Micah nodded, and did the zipper across the mouth gesture. I got it, I got it went through my mind. 

Gasoline again, budged the door open, and moved to the side letting me walk past him on the steps. The first thing I noticed, was that the warm light of the barn was gone. There was now a bright, grey foggy light coming from outside the trap door. I continued.

To my surprise, there was no turkey left. There was no table left. I turned slowly and noticed, there was no barn left. I could see my entire neighborhood. Gone. I was in total disbelief. One day, and the work of several thousands of men over the course of decades of dedication and honest American employment.... It was all gone. The grounds looked like an old playground you might see in Chernobyl. There was only a faint sound of something in the distance. I turned to Gas to ask, but he was prepared with his finger over his lips again, reminding me to be totally silent. As I continued to gaze, I saw the familiar zombie stumbling here and there. Stopping to eat... anything. Through the fog, there were two zombies. They were tangled in a swing set. The chains caught them, but they were still close enough to eat at each other. Just bones at this point. It was hard to see though. The fog was so thick. The sound was distant. It was like a lawn mower that would turn on, then turn off again. Over and over it sounded off through the grey air. My fear was that all of America was like this. I had questions. And I was supposed to wait to ask? How? My world is gone!

Just then a loud BANG came from a few streets down. Gas pulled at my leg and I crouched down. I found the leg of a chair randomly set in the debris close to me and used it as a prop to hold the heavy steel door. They were all whispering for me to 'get in, get in'. But I had to see. I peeked out the small slit to witness the unimaginable. What was reported in Ethiopia was happening here. 

From around the scraps of a house a few blocks down, I saw a black rectangle slowly make its way out  into the open. It was hovering off the ground. And I know it sound odd for me to say, or even more for you to read, but that's the truth. This.... device was hovering. The same as Micah reported from seeing in Colorado, and what LOKEY and the rest of the ZFC reported seeing in Ethiopia. They were all right. On the floating black rectangle, sat a high chair. In total, from the ground up, it had to be setting at least 12 feet off the ground. There was what looked like a man at first, standing in front of the throne. It was so difficult to see through the fog. But as the craft edged out more in the open, I could see, and hear, that this was no man. The sounds bursts of lawnmowers belched from its mouth as the slab of horror slowly made its way out into the open. 

"Get down here!" Whispered Micah loudly. I couldn't. I had to see more. In the grey of the daylight, I could see even more. There were groups of 10, maybe 20 people attached to chains that lead up to the rear of the high chair. They were all being led by the belching man...or what ever he was. Then, from the other end of the park, entered another black rectangle holding yet another creature, leading bands of men and women. Before I pulled the leg of the chair out of the way and locked the lid on top of me, there were 4 parades of people led by those.... things. My mind was gone. There was nothing I could say or do. I had never seen or conceived of such a sight, much less think it would ever happen..... here... IN AMERICA. 

I turned around and walked back to the table, and sat down. My wife entered and left the room quickly, dropping off a pair of tweezers on the table for me. She's always watching. 

Lord Micah began speaking again. "It looks bad, but we have a plan. Joshua's team 'was' 14 deep, but they split up. There are 7 more at the ASMZ RE-EDUCATION CAMP a few miles toward Houston off the freeway.... whats left of the freeway." I was still speechless. "There is a chopper a mile north west of here that our new friends here kamikazied into one of those BLACK SLEDS you just saw outside, and we think most of the commotion there has died off. I have a lab close by that has some... items, that might help us. I shook my head and stood up, "So were going to dance through hell to the lab and get another toy you so conveniently left behind?" "Yes." Lord Micah said calmly. "We are." "I don't like it man." I said. "There has to be another way."

Gasoline put his hand on my shoulder. That meant to sit down, so I did. "Alright then, if its like that, who are the rest of you?" I was stressed, and uptight at the moment. Gasoline said pointing his finger one by one at them. "That... is 2, and 3, that is 4... over there is 5. And the guy sitting there... is 6." "Fine." I rolled my eyes. "And I, am Number 1." Gasoline explained. "You wont ever know them Eddie. I will be with you until Joshua returns. I am here to protect, what Joshua says to protect. I looked at Micah. He shrugged his shoulders.

"And what about the ZFC from Africa?" I say with frustration. Micah stands back up and says, "We still haven't heard from them. We know that Joshua sent an extraction team out for them, and had decided to do it by himself." "So....Joshua's is going to get the ARC OF THE COVENANT, the most protected artifact 'IN THE WORLD' mind you, BY HIMSELF? AND THE REST OF OUR ZFC ARE COMING BACK TO BE SHOT DOWN OR TORTURED BY THE ASMZ?!? This day just keeps getting better and better!" My frustration level had topped out. I was asleep for everything, and all the news slapping me was just too much for me to handle. 

"One last thing." Micah raised his index finger to explain. "The message that Joshua left us, telling us about leaving the group.. sending the rest home... the extraction and all that, was followed up by a quick... message by Morse code. He says that he took their EPHOD. It was the only one, but thought it would help... for some reason."

I rolled my eyes and threw my hands up. "What else can go wrong?" Micah tried calming me down. "We don't know if he'll need it or not. But just like LOKEY stealing that frequency weapon from my lab in Dallas... well, you just never know. He 'might' need it." "No, your right." I returned, and sat down at the table of potential splinters.

Then, my son entered the room. If I hadn't mentioned before, his name is Forrest. Forrest walked in to the room, and behind him, holding his hand, was Taylor. The girl that literally fell from our ceiling, landing on a dead guy. I thought it was her father, the way he was holding her, but it wasn't.

"Dad, she was out there when all this started. She saw everything. There's some things you need to hear." The group of 7 walked out of the room. Gasoline leaned over and asked, "Do you need anything sir?" 'SIR' I thought to myself. "Um, no.... no thank you." He nodded and walked up to my son, shook his hand and proceeded through the narrow walkway past the fruit shelves. 

Forrest said quietly, "Go ahead, he doesn't bite." Taylor turned towards Forrest and kissed him on the cheek. He nodded and walked away. 

Visibly nervous and still a bit shaken, Taylor sat down. With her fists closed and on the table, I could see 'who' she was. She was one of us, and didn't know it. She was a fighter. Her knuckles had open wounds on them. They were treated, but I could read her history in less than a minute. That minute was long, and silent.

"Forrest says you can help us, with whats going on out there?" I began. I didn't know weather to start with 'Im sorry for your loss, or to give her a hug..... whatever.

"AHEM." She cleared her throat, and began tapping her finger on the table top. The yellow light cast a shadow like a dancing worm on the wall.. it made me concerned.

"Taylor?" I said.

Taylor sat straight and said, "Lord Micah works for the ASMZ and is leading you all to your death."


MESSAGE FROM LORD MICAH

Lord Micah Here:

Eddie is still asleep. I just left his side. After the rampage of humans outside and falling on his head, he'll probably be out for a while. Eddie's wife came to me and asked me to post in his behalf. I don't know what to say really other than the obvious. I should be eating left overs right now. Thanksgiving probably wont be the same after today. Ive got a friend here at the Houston ZFC (whats left of it) taking  count on days. Its only been a few, but we don't want to get lost. Time might be the only thing we have left. I guess I'm thankful for the generators and concrete reinforced steel walls Eddie had installed here a year or so ago. Hopefully it'll keep us safe until we decide what to do. My frequency weapons are charging off the generator right now. There's plenty of food and water here. Enough for us to be comfortable for the next month or so if we decide to stay. I'm sure the ASMZ knows where we are. I haven't spoken to the others, but I'm assuming the military has frequency weapons far more advanced than my science here. It'll probably be days, or maybe even hours until they triangulate our position. I also wanted to say just one more thing. This is the first day of NEW AMERICA, or the last day of the world as we know it. All our surveillance cameras are gone up top, and we cant monitor anything. I plan on going top side in a few hours, at least before Eddie wakes up. I don't need him telling me what to do right now. I have children like he does and we all have a right to know whats out there. I'll take my precautions. But here's what I wanted to jot down, if anyone ever ends up reading this. 

Fifteen years ago, I was pulled from my studies at MIT. An officer named Barry Soeterror commissioned me to help him on a project for the government that was supposed to 'change the way energy was used'. I was offered money, and a lifestyle much needed for myself and my children. I had to spend many days away from home, eventually loosing the trust of my children and ultimately loosing touch with them all together. The money was there, but it was never me who gave it to them. I don't know why I'm writing this..... I just need to. My son and my daughter were soon strangers to me. And soon I lost complete communication with them. We are reunited now by fate. Eddie Rotten and his group of soldiers have done well for me and my family and I'll never forget what they've done. That is why I'm writing this now.

Barry Soeterror ended up being a commander in the higher forces of the ASMZ. When I found this out, they were still funding all my research, and supplying both my labs. The one in Dallas, and the one here in Houston that no one until now knows about. When they found out that my research was leading towards frequency, I was pulled from my position as lead scientist and given an IT job for the ASMZ. Please know, that at that time, I HAD NO IDEA the ASMZ was part of the one world government. I didn't know that they were trying to create a perfect human being. And I swear on my life, for whoever reads this... I had no way of telling that my research in frequency and energy would be used for their testing on creation of a new race of humans. God humans. I didn't know. 

If anyone reads this before we get out of hear, I know there will be consequences. I cant tell anyone face to face because it would cause havoc in this small space. There is some commotion in the front room so I need to end it here. FOR THE RECORD: I am not a member of the ASMZ. I do not hold any allegiance to them or their cause. I am a survivor with the resistance. I am backing the cause and effect of the ZFC. For better or worse.

Lord Micah
Houston ZFC

Friday, November 23, 2012

BLACK FRIDAY.

When I woke up, there were people all around me. Not staring down at me, but moving around. Busy busy. There was a screen up at the foot of my bed. Not a real bed, but a 4 foot cage with a blanket on it.   The pillow under my head was fresh and smelled good. I'll always remember that. I sat up but was met by my wife who swiftly put my head back on the pillow. I say swiftly... I mean roughly. She leaned in to me. "If you plan on getting yourself killed, then do it after Im dead. We need you here and you going and getting your head all busted up in a time like this is just plain stupid." She leaned in closer and kissed my forehead, then walked away.

Laying back, I was staring at the concrete ceiling of the basement shelter and began to think to myself.

 Im so glad we dug this thing a year ago. It was never taken serious until the first zombie wandered into the front door of the ZFC. Someone left the door open. Simple as that. Someone died. Since then we've taken every precaution, just in case. My mind drifted to JOSHUA. I guess he's there alone. Ethiopia has a new single wandering the streets. But after remembering, I realized he wont be alone for long. He's got company coming to help him find the ARC. He seems to be connected. As connected as LOKEY with the GYPSY GROUP. Speaking of.... Everyones coming home.... but they are expecting a nice warm welcome. I haven't seen whats going on outside yet. Hopefully every things calmed down, and we can start rebuilding. JOSHUA has sent a team here too. I wonder when they'll get here. Are they already here? My mind wandered back to my wife and sons. Then back to the fresh smell of the pillow.

I was interrupted.

Lord Micah came to me and shoveled his arm behind my pillow. "Time to sit up" he said. The t.v. was a small flat-screen mounted on a concrete wall. Micah had the remote. "Your gonna want to see this."
A news reporter came on the screen, but it was different. There were no fancy intros or graphics spilling across the glass. There were no stocks or weather notifiers scrolling the bottom. It was just her. The reporter, and what looked like a sheet hung up behind her. Confused, I looked up at Micah. He placed his hands on my head and turned it back to the screen.

"This is Kalla Monahan with Channel 4 News." She took just a moment to gather her papers. The sound was awful so Micah turned it up enough to hear the hum of the volume. "As you know, RECEPTION has been the saviour of our country thoughtfully given to us by our government." She paused and glanced around as if she were scared, then continued. "Unfortunately, rebels known as the ZFC gathered in numbers and began to fight against our beloved government." The reporter was now visibly unsettled. Her eyes began to water up and her face blushed. "Because of this uprising, our government has decided to solicit the help of the ASMZ who has proven to be an asset on the fight against not only zombies, but global warming, political uncertainties, and other forces unknown to us." I glanced back at Micah. He pointed at the screen. "The ZFC has endangered the lives of Americans and others around the world for over two years now, and the World Government, along with the aid of the ASMZ has decided to extinguish all existing members of the ZFC. They are viewed as terrorists, and will be dealt with as such. All citizens of Houston, Austin, San Antonio, Dallas/Ft. Worth, and Abilene have been transferred to an ARC." I looked up again, Micah looked at me, "AMERICAN RE-EDUCATION CAMPS." The reporter continued, " These camps are conveniently set up for us to start over as Americans, but mostly to be safe from the ZFC. The fore-mentioned cities are being dealt with by the ASMZ as I report this." The reporters words started to shake and her words had hints of sorrow. "Texas currently has 3 ARC'S, separated by men, women, and children. This way, each citizen will learn the ways of prosperity without the fear of constant threats by the terrorist group, THE ZFC. As for now, each ARC's location is secret, as the fear of the ZFC grows. I am reporting live from the panhandle as my husband and children are being re-educated in other camps." Her voice was filled with emotion as a tear rolled down her face. She kept her composure as well as she could. "As a member of Americas new ASMZ program, I am proud to tell you I am not afraid, and I am thankful for the ASMZ and RECEPTION. Happy Thanksgiving to you all. Goodbye."

The screen went black. Micah leaned over me and pulled a tape out of the v.c.r. underneath the TV. My feet were hiding it the whole time. "This broadcast was yesterday Eddie." I looked at him in complete confusion. "Thats not all either" Micah went on, "Your Ranger JOSHUA, well... his men are in the front room with guns......LOTS of guns. Get rested and get in there when you can. I'll explain more then, for the mean time ponder on this. Our ZFC is coming back from AFRICA, with the ASMZ waiting for them. The whole Untied States is on lock down. The video I recorded just before coming down here shows what people were running from, and I can tell you this... It looked a lot like that creature from the airport in Colorado. Were safe in here for now, but not for long. These Re-education camps have a few thousand people in them each. The rest.. are gone. America is but a third what it was yesterday. Outside this basement, there is nothing Eddie. NOTHING."

Micah handed me a canteen with water inside, he nodded and walked away.

I bayed back on the pillow. The fresh smell was still nice, but I wasn't satisfied anymore.

My eyes watered for a second. All those families locked away from each other. And thats WITH agreeing to the RECEPTION PROGRAM. The rest....gone? Could America, LAND OF THE FREE, AND HOME OF THE BRAVE, be leveled in one day?

I closed my eyes and felt my body drift off. 

DARK AT HOME

Lord Micah was a great father and mentor to the other children here at the HOUSTON ZFC. That is, before it was destroyed. The last video I was able to send out to Africa, was on Thanksgiving Day. We were all at the ZFC just blocks down from my house. The zombies in the area were easy to handle, and now almost two and a half years in, everybody is well trained in zombie combat. But we weren't prepared. None of us were.

There was turkey on the table. A total of 50 of us were left. Most of the rest of the HOUSTON ZFC left to join the ASMZ for the benefits of their RECEPTION PROGRAM. They promised not to give any 'real' information about us. But we cant and wont trust anyone ever again. RECEPTION offered slashed prices on food, water, and gas among other things. Medical and dental was free for them now, and for the ones that were pregnant or blind, I cant say I blame them. The elderly were the first to sign over. "Its been a hard life" was most of their excuses. I have a small group of elderly here that would rather die in agony than join the ASMZ...... but none of that matters now.

We all said GRACE and served what we would later realize, was our last Thanksgiving dinner. We spoke of the honor of the ZFC in Ethiopia, and sang songs around the table, until the sound came.

It was loud. It was like a HUM blast, but deeper. My head wasn't vibrating inside, and my ears weren't pulsating so I knew it wasn't harmful. Lord Micah ushered all the women and children to the basement of our barn, then met me at the front door. Slowly we opened the door and looked outside. There were sounds coming from across the neighborhood. Odd sounds. There were faint screams, but that was normal. There were half a dozen zombies standing, all looking in the same position. Frozen.

The sound rang through the sky like a siren. Unlike anything I had ever heard before. "Micah, go grab the camera and start filming... this might be big" I told Micah. Micah ran to the table and threw up the cloth cover, opening the bottom drawer where the camera was. I turned to look out again, and saw the streets between the houses begin to fill with people. Hundreds of  people running, as fast as they could. They were screaming and glancing behind themselves. It must have been the entire population of the city coming in our direction. I looked around the open grounds at the zombies. They reached their rotten arms for the chance at a nibble but were stampeded by the people. As they came, people ran over people, stomping each other into the ground creating a new road of blood and carnage.

They too close. I slammed the door closed and locked it and ran as fast as I could towards Micah. I saw the video camera on the table filming my every move, and when I reached the table, I noticed Micah had his Frequency weapon in hand.

"Whats going on?" Micah asked. His eyes were telling of the fear within. My eyes were the same. I didn't have time to explain. The walls of the barn started to shake. The left window gave us a glimpse of the horror that was coming. Waves of people were crushing each other on the walls of the barn. The windows were shattering. "RUN RUN RUUUUN!!" Was all they were saying before having the life crushed out of them. A huge crack split up the side of the barn and I knew we didn't have much time. I ran to the far side of the table and lifted the double hatch to the basement. The eyes of the women were all gazing up. Then pure darkness. All the power had been trampled out. "EDDIE!! PLUG YOUR EARS!!"

Lord Micah's warning forced me to look in his direction. The front of the house caved in and people wildly climbed on each other to find a way away from what we still weren't sure of. But that was the least of my worries now. The walls of the ZFC had been breached, and crazy neighbors were screaming toward Micah and I. Neighbors I had seen at the market. Neighbors I killed zombies with and then never seen again... until now.

I covered my ears just in time. Micah aimed his Frequency Weapon and pulled the trigger. A high pitched wine came over the room and immediately caused people to start dropping. But the wave continued. They were 20 feet from us now. Micah, with the weapon aimed at them, ran to the far side of the table where I waited with the basement door open. When the weapon was fully charged, the wining stopped and a wave of blue light released from Micahs' creation. It was silent at first. Without a single sound, I saw people being scooped and thrown through the remaining pieces of our shelter like a leaf blower in high gear. "GO GO GO!!" Micah screamed. I couldn't hear his voice, only his mouth moved. My vision blurred as I struggled to keep the heavy basement door open. I leaned over to the camera and grabbed it just in time for two bodies to slam down in its place. As much as I could make out it was a man who landed back first on the hard wooden table, and a girl wrapped in his arms. Micah released his trigger and ran toward the basement door, grabbing the girl by the arm. They ran down the steep steps into the darkness and I had one last chance to look at the destruction.

People were falling through holes in the ceiling, literally pushing through bodies of other people to keep from being stomped alive. The hole that Micahs' weapon left was filled up in seconds. My ZFC was gone.

Then, a hand from the darkness grabbed my wrist and pulled me down. On my back of the basement floor, I saw Micah lock the hatch door, all three times. There was a warm feeling coming from the back of my head. My hand went there instinctively. Our back up generator kicked in and yellow lights flickered on. "OH SHIT" was the first thing I heard. I looked at my hand. Covered in blood. "SOMEBODY GET THE KIT!" was the last thing I heard. I stumbled over to my knees and sat back. My vision was blurry, but I could see the girl Micah pulled from the table. She was wearing a red shirt. I vaguely made out her name tag through the blood. It read TAYLOR.


A WRENCH IN THE SPOKES...



There is so much to explain. Almost a month has passed. To those reading, I cant apologize enough. Things have.... changed here. In a few short words, ALL IS LOST. Lord Micah is here with his children, my family is still intact, but for the most part Houston as a whole is gone. 

I'll explain the best I can so please bear with me. After receiving word of JIG'S DEATH in Ethiopia, other members of the UK ZFC phoned in telling of his 'true' role. Apparently, JIG and his brother weren't simply ZFC leaders, they were spiritual leaders. PROPHETS if you will. JIG never told me anything about it. He mentioned being licensed to marry people, but nothing as big as what they were letting on about. MIKE T was also spoken of quite highly. They were sought after by the sick, and the needy for answers. They organized prayer councils for the worlds governments and even gave sermons in large arenas. All the while, I overlooked the quiet but wise answers JIG and his brother gave. MIKE T was openly vengeful on the wicked, but created a following for his 'brand' of spirituality. After the call, I turned and looked at my wife.... "PROPHETS?" she said. My call was on speaker, as they all are now. Full transparency... And then I got a message from JOSHUA.

Eddie,

This is Joshua, I send this message with hope, and sorrow. Before I start I feel I owe you the truth, I have been made and you will hear it eventually...I would rather it be from me. I have known about you for some time now, watching, waiting. I come from a group within a group is the best way to describe it. We are an ancient brotherhood and were mystified and even hated by some long before Z day. Most of the hate stemmed from lies, but we accept it as it keeps people guessing. Now for me and my small band of misfits. We call ourselves Berserkers, the name comes from ancient Nordic warriors. You can look it up if you want. Eddie we have been watching you for some time now waiting for the moment we could reach out...Sorry it took so long, but as you can imagine trust is an issue with us. Every man in my unit is an ex SF soldier, we are built for war. The men that helped us out here were part of this unit. My little brother that is in TX with you is also part of this unit, he's not ex military, but we taught him well. Don't take it out on him, he was under strict orders to keep silent. You can show him this message and he can answer any questions you might have. I'm telling you this now because the ASMZ has confirmed that it is me with your ZFC and they will stop at nothing to get to me. The only good thing about this situation is that they do not know what I look like other than my description. I may be the ASMZ's most wanted man, kind of a dead or alive thing. Now they know you have made contact with me I'm sure they will have some questions for you. You tell them what you need to for the safety of you and your people. All I ask is to never let them get a hold of my brother, the shit they would do to him to get at me would be unspeakable. I can go in to it more if we speak again.

We are in sight of the ARK. I have come up with a plan, I'm sorry but it is too dangerous so I have not told the ZFC here yet. Right now they are all sleeping trying to rest before we move. I can not let them come on this mission with me, they have lost too many already and one of them is just a kid. I have a few of my men here and we are almost ready to move. As I write this my team is setting a nice little care package I put together for the ASMZ. These packages go boom, and the boom is going to be very BIG. One is being set at a large ASMZ camp located on the way in, the other is set for that big bitch Grendel. The plan is to lead it down a dead end road and hit the switch at the same time detonating the one placed at the ASMZ camp. I'm going to level this whole city. The ARK is highly guarded, our plan is to start the raid as soon as we hear the booms. I saved the biggest one for ark, once or should I say if we breach we will collect what info we can then we are setting the package. The problem is I don't know if we will be able to get to a safe distance before detonation. I will be leaving men here in case the ZFC wakes before everything is set. I cannot let them follow, I have arranged for an EVAC. You'll have them back in the states in a few days. I will leave a note trying to explain, but I know there will be some anger. Try and let them know it was for the best. I think you will like this, the package at the camp is marked from JIG and the one for  
Grendel says from Mike T. Of course I had to mark the one for the ARK from Eddie with love...

Eddie if I don't make it, know that it has been worth it. A small team of my men are on their way to you and will be there tomorrow. Tell my little brother to carry on "he'll know what it means." If I get out of this alive I will make contact somehow...after these explosions all electronics in this area will be out for a very long time. 

Keep on rocking in the free world brother
Joshua

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

There's some new news I should share with you.....

Watch "5000 Year Old Flying Machine Discovered In Afganistan" on YouTube

The ASMZ is closer to getting the third generator than we thought. Our world's governmentsnhave been working together, for war. And this whole time I thought it was against us. Is there a technology that we don't know about yet? Can the crystal pyramid at th bottom of the Bermuda Triangle be a radio signal to the heavens? Listen to this interview and judge for yourself..
KILLEM'ALL

EDDIE ROTTEN

Monday, October 8, 2012

S.O.S. TO ANONYMOUS

STAR just emailed me from Ethiopia. They are close... VERY close. I also received a message from our friend ANONYMOUS. I go back and forth on which messages of his I should share. His comments are always published here but I don't know who sees them, and who passes them over. In the attempt that it will help us retrieving the ARC OF THE COVENANT, I'm going to share his latest message...This, is ANONYMOUS

Eddie Rotten. Rotten Eddie.
I must share with you something that I have clung into for the longest time and maybe you will come to understand for however way you choose to interpret it.
"A monster lies in wait in me.
A stew of wounds and misery,
But fiercer still in life and limb,
The me that lies in wait in him."

This is me.

And as for Grendel... You should know better.

There's no stopping what can't be stopped.
You can only hope to contain it.
Don't attempt to revert Grendel back.
You will fail miserably and take all of your precious ZFC with you. Focus on the Ark.
Use not just the coordinates I gave but also the coded message. I speak in code because I must.
This is survival, Eddie Rotten.
Want some, get some.
Bad enough? Take some.

Survive.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

TRYING NOT TO GIVE UP

.....continued.

The rash of fear that ran through the street caught up all the weak minded. Servs were leaving everything behind to try to find safety. They all ran out into the street and away from the throne of GRENDEL. The ZFC just hid in the house we were in, waiting for more destruction.

With my eye half out, peeking through the tattered screen on the window, I saw even more incredible transformations from human to zombie. Like a tennis game, I glanced back and forth to watch people transforming, and to watch the throne of GRENDEL approach. The minions oozed out from every dark corner as the throne slowly crept up the street like a nightmare parade float. I stood up just a bit to see the entire seat of what GRENDEL sat on. It was a high chair of sorts. The throne sat firmly on a black rectangle that seemed to float in mid air only 5, maybe 7 feet off the ground. I still cant tell you how it was hovering... but it was.

There was ooze slowly dripping off the black rectangle, and GRENDEL slowly stood and raised his arms, as if to be hailed by the people that were violently trembling in the street as they turned to the dark eyed zombies. And for the first time... I could see where the HUM blasts were coming from that were changing people to zomb right in front of my eyes. It was GRENDELS voice Eddie.

GRENDEL stood, opened his mouth, and moaned out a low, empty, vomitous sound. It was as if two voices were braiding themselves into another. Everyone around me put their hands over their ears immediately. As his throne came closer and closer, the HUM blasts were more intense. Cars started sliding slowly forward and sideways. Trash and body parts from his own zombies flew through the air. The Servs that were trying to escape had no chance in the world. The Blast hit them just as GRENDEL stopped his voice. It pushed them all to the ground and into the walls of buildings. The transformation took place, they turned and looked in our direction quickly with their black eyes and ooze rolling out of their mouth. Then, with what looked like a true DESIRE, the zombs ran, crawled, stumbled, and drug their way toward the throne of GRENDEL. Just in time for him to take another breath and let out another blood curdling HUM. He looked as if he was just exhaling as he stood there. But the frequency could clearly be seen through the streets of Ethiopia. Like waves of sound rippling through the air.

There were chains attached behind his throne. Behind the parade of death, chained to the back of GRENDEL were 10 or 15 Servs. As the zombies led the way for GRENDELS death march, his back flesh pulled and stretched as the Servs tried to pull away from him. There were other zombies that crept around and behind them, but didn't attack or even take bites off them.

The Servs looked frightened. I would too if I was attached by chain to the back of the KING OF ALL ZOMBIES. They were calling out for friends and family members. Screaming for 'anyone' to help them. They were crying and moaning, gnashing their teeth and jerking their chains as hard as they could. All the while, GRENDEL stretched and belched another loud HUM blast through the streets, turning yet another group of unfortunate souls to zombies.

All of the sudden, a Serv appeared from a demolished house and ran toward the group of Servs chained to GRENDEL'S back. They were calling out to each other. I figure it was a husband and wife... maybe brother and sister. The woman was chained as she screamed out for him to hurry. The Surv bashed off zombies as he made his way to the group of chained prisoners, reaching out for the woman. I saw them touch hands, then he was tackled by one of those 'jumping' zombies that LOKEY mentioned a few weeks ago. He was ripped to shreds in the center of the street. There was NOTHING left Eddie... nothing.

Then, from the top floor of the ram shackled house I was hiding in, I heard JIG'S voice. "MIKE!!!" I looked out into the poor group of Servs being towed by the ripping back of GRENDEL, and witnessed what JIG did. It was JIG'S brother MIKE T. He was chained like the others, screaming for help. He stumbled over the dead bodies on the ground, tugging at his chains. STAR ran downstairs as if we weren't hiding at all and screamed "GET DOWN!!"

She put her hand over my head and pushed it hard to the floor.

Then... an explosion.

It was so loud and close, my ears were ringing. When STAR and I looked up, rubble was still falling to the ground. I looked out the window and saw body parts everywhere. JIG threw a BIG bomb from the upper window at the herd of zombies leading GRENDEL. There was smoke every where. I heard "GIMME COVER!!!" from JIG. He was the next one running down the stairs, and straight out the front door.

X and LOKEY opened fire from above. I saw glowing red streaks of light zip through the smoke and debris that was kicked up by the explosion. JIG ran towards his screaming brother with his bare hands open and ready for the assault he was about to bring.

The first to attack JIG was a jumper. The zombie leaped from the far side of GRENDELS throne. JIG caught the zombie by the throat and gave it a quick but violent shake. The zombies head snapped off.

STAR and I looked at each other and stood to our feet.. feeling a bit more confident.

JIG continued as zombies dropped around him thanks to X and LOKEY. The shells were chiming on the ground like rain on the opposite side of the wall we stood behind. STAR tugged at my collar. "C'MON! LETS LAUNCH!!" We ran through the halls of the decrepit house toward the giant sling shot I constructed. There were Servs hiding all over the place. Cramped down the hallways left and right. The contraption was on the second floor, but up a second set of steps from the back. The whole time I had JIG in my mind.

We opened the door and STAR got into place. I ran to the edge of where the wall was 'supposed' to be and looked down at the mayhem that ensued. LOKEY and X were still showering the zombs on the ground. GRENDEL was exploding HUM blasts from his voice in every direction. Slowly and methodically. Servs were stumbling out of the destroyed buildings in the tens. Black eyes, black mouths and tongues. The amount of zombies GRENDEL was able to employ was staggering. JIG was destroying zombies one by one as they jumped toward him. JIG's brother MIKE was reaching out with his palms up screaming for him to hurry. They were ALL screaming for him to hurry. I thought for a second that they thought JIG was going to be able to save them all. By the way JIG was dismantling zombies, there was a small chance that he just might have been able to. GRENDEL never left focus of changing every human in the area to zombie. I think moving to high ground is the only thing that saved us. I felt another tug from STAR on my collar. "C'MON HELP ME PUSH THIS THING!"

We got behind the large sling shot and pushed it to the edge of the second floor. STAR said quickly, "MIKE WAS A ZOMBIE JOSH!! I STOMPED HIS ASS INTO THE FLOOR OF THE JEEP AND KICKED HIM OUT MYSELF! WHATS GOING ON?!"

I didn't have an answer.

We both ran back to the front so we could roll the contraption in place and aim it at GRENDEL. Loaded in the chamber, was the engine of an old chevy S10 we found. The Servs in the area helped me load it several days before, just in case. I could hear LOKEY and X's voice in the commotion. They were running out of ammunition fast. We didn't have long before GRENDEL'S wrath took charge. There were black eyed zombies clawing at the base of the building, and the remaining Servs downstairs were screaming, and trying to hold the door closed as the zombies pushed their way inside.

I glanced back over to JIG's advancement, and he hadn't slowed... even a bit. I saw him make it to MIKE, covered in zombie blood, dirt, and ash from the bomb he exploded. JIG is a warrior Eddie. He literally mowed through 2 or more dozen zombies to get to his brother. It's amazing what RAGE will do for you. STAR met me at the edge of the second floor as we looked down on JIG. X and LOKEY were popping rounds off with pistols at this point, yelling "WERE RUNNING OUT JIG! HURRY, HURRY!!"

JIG reached out for his brother.

They latched hands.

MIKE'S eyes turned black and he pulled JIG in, and bit a chunk of flesh out of JIG's shoulder. It was a trap Eddie. All the Servs chained to GRENDEL'S back were used as bait.

JIG turned and looked at us...

Then over to X and LOKEY.

Then fell to the ground.

MIKE twisted his neck quickly up at us and hissed as JIG's flesh bled from his mouth. Then, he looked down at JIG who was holding his shoulder, and looking up at us. The air was still filled with debris and the distinct smell of burning flesh and zombie.

GRENDEL stopped his HUM attacks and sat down. STAR and I ran to either side of the giant sling shot yelling "NOOOOO!!" We pulled our triggers, launching the engine out the side of the building towards GRENDEL. The engine flew with force, but struck the building to the far side of the street, caving in the whole side of the wall it hit. Our aim was off because we didn't take time to shoot it. Its my fault Eddie. I'll never forgive myself.

I looked over at STAR. She was holding both hands over her mouth, and tears were streaming down her face. I looked back out and saw the black rectangle platform that was holding GRENDEL off the ground slowly start to shimmer and pivot upwards. The throne GRENDEL sat on adjusted parallel so he was able to sit on his chair upright. The floating black rectangle, in front of my eyes Eddie, grew walls around it. In no time at all, it was a black cube. Like a giant black box floating in the center of the street.

The zombies stopped pushing the doors in, and all went quiet. It must have been the dust in the air, but it looked like the zombies were just.......walking into the walls of the floating black cube. I cant explain it any better than that Eddie.

The cube turned slowly as if it were on a Lazy Suzann. As it turned, I saw the zombie form of MIKE T drag his brother JIG into the cube. JIGS lifeless body was hard for me to see Eddie....... Very hard. It was harder to see someone as strong as STAR freeze like she did.

LOKEY and X rushed in the door with their eyes wide open. LOKEY put his arms around STAR and she let her cries be heard. X wiped his eyes, walked up to the edge of the floor, unzipped his pants, and started peeing in the direction of the slowly spinning cube. The cube vanished like a mirage in the desert.... right in front of us all.

It was quiet.

With a half cry in his voice, X yelled out, "WERE COMING FOR YOU GRENDEL!! WERE COMING FOR YOU!!" The sound of his voice echoed through the empty, quiet streets of Ethiopia.

I cant report anymore right now Eddie. We are all still shaken, nervous, confused.

JIG is gone. Taken by his own brother. We need time to decide if its all worth it, or if its Gods plan for the world to be over run by these......things. I'll get back to you soon. Please contact JIG'S family for us and tell them.... hell I don't know, Eddie.

I just...

Give me time brother. We will contact you soon.

KILL THEM ALL EDDIE

KILL EVERY

LAST

ONE OF THEM!!!!!

OPERATION : KILL GRENDEL!!

The fight never stopped in Ethiopia.

The message I received stopped abruptly as I said before. The email I received today was mind shattering. It was Joshua:

Eddie Rotten,

I hope you get this message. We've heard less and less from you over the past month, and in small discussion we try to decide if your still there or not. We did however see you last post, and it was a relief to know your still killing zombies with us. A lot has happened though. Some of it.... not so good.

STAR and LOKEY have been working together, but not 'together' if that makes any sense. STAR says there was someone waiting for her back home or something.. I didn't know if you know, and I don't want to get in any ones business, but were a small team now, and everything must be transparent. They are getting along just fine. As fine as they can.. considering.

X is young. So I can't expect too much from him. But to be honest, he's been crying since.. well. I'll get to that.

I picked up the laptop we use to send you messages and noticed the last update you got. Its true. GRENDEL came. And with him came an army of the undead. Someone hidden around us must have muttered his name out loud, and it sent the frequency out. GRENDEL is not a zombie Eddie. He is some kind of dead, hybrid.... beast of some sort. His eyes are pits of black darkness. And much like the beast you spoke of in Colorado, he sits on a throne. The stench that comes off his army of horrible.

We didn't have a chance to prepare for him to come since we didn't hear anyone mention his name. It was his zombies that came first. They aren't really like the ones back home. They are obviously Ethiopia's undead. Dead men, women, and children all slithered in to the neighborhood from every nook and cranny. Almost like they were always there. Waiting.

We heard screaming coming from a block or two away. Everyone ducked down and peered through the windows at the death that was coming. A few Servs ran out into the street screaming, but didn't make it too far. A loud HUM blast echoed through the narrow street. It blew some of the Servs clean off their feet and slammed them into the half burned buildings. The blast was so heavy that it rocked the remaining street signs and cars that stood as grey monuments to the apocalypse. The Servs that were in the blast range stood up, went through a quick fit of rage. Black veins ran through their body and consumed their eyes. Their tongues and mouth all turned black. Then, a loud scream came in unison from all the new zombies. They convolted violently in the streets. Twisting and throwing their arms out of socket, punching and kicking at nothing. Some of the Servs didn't even survive the transformation. The children all survived though.

The new zombies turned and ran toward the throne of GRENDEL and clawed to get to him. Almost like they were crazed Elvis fans.. before he got fat and drug infested. We all ducked even lower. The thought of any one of us getting seen scared the crap out of us.

I had been working on a machine here that would distract GRENDEL if he ever came for us, so I decided to use it. STAR and LOKEY quietly went around the back of the house of rubble we were camping in to get into position. JIG and X started loading up on ammo and loading their guns. My machine was basically a big.... sling shot.

STAR and LOKEY were in charge of loading the device, and I was in charge of releasing it. JIG and X were going to add to the fire power after we launch by shooting into the crowd of zombies. Our plan was to demolish this GRENDEL without him ever even getting to fight us. I wish our plan worked out that way. We were wrong... very wrong.

RECEPTION

The message that I was receiving stopped abruptly. Its been nearly two weeks and I can say that on this end here, things have accelerated. The ASMZ infiltrated the city infrastructure and controls nearly everything from the power companies to the local media and police department. Our signal has been picked up and as a result, they cut off our power. It was 3 days until we had running lights. Thank the good lord for solar panels. The ASMZ (or government) doesn't own the sun...yet.

Lord Micah says he has a location on the third generator. That is HUGE in our fight to win this war. He says that the Bermuda Triangle is the place. No matter how wild it sounds, he showed me the video of the scientist divers that found it sitting there. There is a frequency that is emitting from the cap that seems to be getting bigger and bigger each year. Micah says that this year, the frequency will match what the earth emits. Hard to understand, I know. But essentially what it means is that the frequencies are lining up. The stars are getting in order. And we must be prepared for what might happen.

Some people around here are saying its the Mayan Calender deciding the fate of the world. I don't know though. Its all really difficult for me to take in and understand. Lord Micah has a great way of explaining it to me. The problem is now, is that when we send our team of divers to the Pyramid laid at the bottom of the Bermuda Triangle, we don't know what kind of generator we can take. It might be a small piece, it might be the whole thing.. we just don't know. This worries us. The third generator is key factor in who rules this planet.

The first being the EPHOD, the second is the Arc of the Covenant (which we still haven't attained, but were close), and the third being the PYRAMID OF BERMUDA. All three power generators should create enough energy to activate the first generator. The EPHOD is not only a Biblical golden breast plate made of gold and gems, but fabled to be a way to open a line of communication to the Gods. That's what were hoping for. Its not that we will finally be able to speak to the Gods of the universe, but that we will have and be able to protect the 3 GENS. If the wrong hands get all 3 GENS, the world will change for ever.

The ASMZ has openly sided with the Globalists and Elitists of this planet and made clear what their plans are. Under the noses of most of the world, they plan on the extinction of 80% or more of the population. They plan on creating better humans. To do this, they need power... lots of it.

To get rid of 80% of humans would take hundreds of years doing it by way of virus or by poisoning our water system. People still have people. Procreating is what we do. Its what our bodies are ultimately made for. So that idea hasn't worked so far. Lord Micah says that is precisely why they need all 3 GENS. The power that all 3 GENS would give, allows the ASMZ to create the ultimate FREQUENCY WEAPON. A weapon that would drop humans where they stand. And that's not all. It would be able to pin point what humans to drop. Leaving the Globalist, Elitists, Illuminati, Bilderberg, ASMZ, and other 'chosen' populous to stand.

So we MUST get the 3rd GEN before the ASMZ does. Zombies are everywhere. Another terrorist tactic the Government and the ASMZ has used to reduce the population in small sizes. But it seems to be working. People are giving up here. Not everyone, but enough to see a difference. My ZFC alone has reduced at least 50% over the last year. These are numbers I didn't really want to report. But they are just too dramatic to ignore anymore. The ASMZ is offering family benefits, and money. Things we just cant here at the Houston ZFC.

The ASMZ is requiring something new though. Just over the last few months I've heard of new ASMZ members being required to wear a small silver bracelet at all times. If they aren't into the forced fashion statement, they can get whats being called RECEPTION.

RECEPTION is a shot that the Government or ASMZ administers. It is a small film of metal that gives the ASMZ the right to grant you access to everything this life has to offer. Pay your bills, grocery shopping, doctors appointments, flights, buying clothes... hell even access to the local drag strip. If you get RECEPTION you qualify for free vaccinations and medicine is covered up to 300 dollars per quarter.

I would definitely benefit from moving over to ASMZ's RECEPTION program... But I'm awake.. Are you?

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Playing catch up with the SERVES.

The obvious lack of posting on this blog has started some kind of.... uprising. Lord Micah and his daughters have been doing quite well back here at the Houston ZFC. There were plans on starting a GALVESTON ZFC, but that all went to crap. Our new friend Brandon decided to take a few members out and see if there was anything left of Galveston to set up a home for people that needed help. The short answere was no. Brandon was young, but very experienced. We dont know much about his family, or what happened to his home town in Florida. But we can deffinetly use him. We could use a few more of him actually. His spunk is needed around here. Him and Emily seem to keep peoples spirits up.

Brandon reported that there were zombies wandering all the way to our side of the bridge connecting us to the island. There was a HUGE ASMZ presence there, and he didnt want to get close enough to cause a stink. White tents with gunmen, taking turns shooting down zombies as they crossed the bridge line. "There were so many." He said. Almost as if they were breeding in that remote beach town. How could there possibly be so many people left after so many mandatory evacuations? None of us could answere these questions. All we knew, was that the ASMZ didnt hesitate between shooting at zombs and shooting at survivors. Were not all cut from the same cloth... anymore.

There was in fact, a small zombie attack on us here at home, just like ANONYMOUS reported. We still dont know who that dude is.. It its even a dude. Lord Micah and some others helped each other in deciphering the numbers in one of his last posts. They turned out to be coordinates to where the ARC OF THE COVENANT is supposed to be... we'll see. Which brings us to our team in AFRICA. They are tired and ready to come home. The ARC is the second of three generators to find, and Lord Micah seems to have an inside to where the third power generator is, so I might be putting too much faith into us having all three gens... but I am. Im tired too. This year has beat me down. And there seems to be no end to the zombies.

We started out so strong, but our movement to change the world and help people wake up to whats coming seems to be futile. But we fight on.

The new intel we got from Etheopia is good. But not all of it. Here's Lokey and Stars account of what all happened.

"Eddie,

This is STAR. I want you to know that I know this mission is for the best. I miss my baby girl more than you will ever imagine. I miss my home, my family, and most... my freedom. I know there are zombies back home too, but I want to be there more and more each day. I also want you to know that we are dangerously close to finding our target. The ARC is probably a days walk from where we are, and I intend on finding it, and bringing it back so we can protect ourselves from the future. The ASMZ has different factions placed around the globe. The survivors that we met here have knowledge of this. The one were currently dealing with is called HARP 15. It might be HARP 115, im not sure.. but its NOT GOOD Eddie. I saw that you posted what happened to one of the surv's. Its true. She just 'muttered' the name GRENDEL and she was vaporized to the grotesque zombie she became. They have a weapon Eddie. It exceeds what our HUM attack gun is. And whoever this Grendel is, has control over it.

Lord Micah will be pleased to know that it too is frequency based. But somehow, they have honed into sounds. We cant mention the word GRENDEL without an army of the undead oozing around us in minutes. The only thing we can figure is they either have spys all over the damn place, or the word itself causes the undead to notice something different in the air. The last time I've even heard of something that sensitive is with whales. Could they have figured out how to communicate in ways we haven't known of before. Either way Eddie. It sux.... BIG TIME.

Lokey has been a comfort to me. To everyone really. He is funny. He does things, then disappears for a while and comes back with food or water. Dont know how or where he's going, but he always returns. I dont know how to tell him about how things will go when we get home. Nobody, not even you knows whats really going on. My better half sent me an email. I thought he was dead over a year ago. His story is one he'll have to tell on his own. But I cant string anyone on. Im spacing myself from Lokey as the days go by. He understands I think. It makes me think he's got someone waiting for him too. We'll all get through this Eddie, but Im so ready for this to all be over.

Lord Micah said something about the third generator being some kind of crystal pyramid at the bottom of the Bermuta Triangle? Sound hoaky to me, but so did zombies chewing off my neighbors arm at 6 in the morning back in Canada. Anything goes now. ANYTHING.

I'll quit bitchin' now. Were close to the ARC.Were going through battle tactics and figuring the best way to beat a beast that we've never encountered. I wish this GRENDEL character was still just a human. Then we could kick his ass and be done with it. But these surv's here say he's much more than just a dead monster. He's got somekind of mind controlling power that we dont want any part of. The last thing we need is to send a search team out to find some aluminum foil to cover our heads with. Black ooze puking zombies that respond to their masters name is bad enough.

Keep in touch Eddie. We haven't heard from you in a while. We dont know if your alive or dead. Either way, we gotta find this damn generator before the ASMZ does. Wish us luck. And keep your right cheek handy for when we come home.. I owe you a punch in the face.

STAR.

This message from STAR shook me. Im so sorry for not keeping in touch the way I should be. Things falling apart here at home fails to compare to the horrifying things that are happening right now in Etheopia. For that, I'll never seclude myself again... unless im in the bathroom. Thats my 'me time'.

Lokey was the next to report.

Eddie, Its Lokey

You got my extraction ready? Cause were about done here. We deciphered the coordinates that that dude ANONYMOUS left, and were getting closer. The ARC is as good as ours. The surv's in the area are telling us not to use all the fire arms we have. Yea, it'll put down zombs like nothing else, but we just simply dont have enough ammo to take out the number of zombs these guys are talking about. We are gonna pull a stealth mission. Get as close as we can to the small church where the ARC is, and start taking them out one by one quietly until we nab it. Our back up plan is a bit less clean. This frequency gun I borrowed from Lord Micah will come in handy if there are just too many to deal with. Either way,maybe its the excitement to come home, or the nervousness these surv's have given me about GRENDLE, Im ready for this all to be over.

Things are'nt completely wrapped up nice and tidy though Eddie. As I go out and get supplies, I see different groups of surv's hidden in small clusters around this burning city. You know who calls out GRENDELS name, and who does'nt. There are even groups who commit a mass suicide and stand out in the trash filled roads and call his name out together in unison. The death GRENDELS zombies bestow seems so much less painfull and bloody than to be eaten alive by hundreds of zombies at a time. It looks evil though Eddie.... if I may. Their faces turn a pale white, and black veins streak across their face. Their eyes and tongue seem to burn out instantly leaving black holes, then these..... new set of eyes appear. All black with white sphears in the center. I think these new set of eyes are what gives them the one up on us. Its like they can communicate with each other or something. Iv'e said it before, but it applys here as well. Almost like a flock of birds changing direction instantaneously. They just.... know. And when the word GRENDEL is spoken, they all know exactly where to go. No matter how good the person hides, they are marked with the originating vibration, or frequency that leads the zombs directly to them. Every time. I have to be careful not to mention the word even as I'm typing this. I try hard not to even put air behind my lips as I write.. Not easy, but necessary.

One last thing before I get off. Jig told me something that made me pretty concerned about him. He said that he SAW his brother Mike T. yesterday. Now you and I both know he was carted away with the ASMZ before we even got through the walls of ETHIOPEA. I dont like what happened to him any more than any one else does. But I saw STAR curb stomp him into the floor board of the jeep, then fall out befor he TURNED INTO A ZOMBIE! How could he be here Eddie? Jig has been pacing back and forth since he told us about the sighting... I gotta tell you man. Im a bit worried. Hallucination? X and Josh are taking the lead where Jig is spending more time tripping lately. I gotta watch Josh too man. He knows a lot more about military strategy and weaponry than he let up. He has been gathering things like McGyver for several days now. Not sure what he's making, but he's making something to help the cause.

Wait... there's a sound outside. It sounds, like grinding, no like thrashing wind. It's here Eddie. It's GRENDEL. Oh GOD. Were outnumbered.....

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The emerging story of John Mitchell

ZFC'S OF THE WORLD: There is so much going on right now, I don't know where to start. First I'll get to the immediate, then I'll report the story as it continues for us in Ethiopia. Our team is getting closer to the location of the Arc of the Covenant, but doing it with the help of a new friend or foe... we don't know. Anonymous has left a new message for us to read, and this time... to decipher. Please note what I highlighted so your discovery was as great as mine when I realized just what was going on... 

EddIE rOttEn. rOttEn EddIE. You were shared John Mitchell's accounting. You chose to ignore or rather failed to realize the most important message. 14° It truly is difficult sometimes to be the blind man sitting in the dark room looking for the black cat that is not there. 7' If we wanted your attention, you would know it. We would have had it already. Not all anonymous, are. We serve many purposes. One is to test you for what you are. The ZFC may succeed. The ZFC may fail. Duality, EddIE rOttEn, rOttEn EddIE. We are Anonymous as others are Legion. Mark 5:1-16, EddIE rOttEn, rOttEn EddIE. - N What makes the body do what it is told? What controls those? Root cause, EddIE rOttEn. What do major cities have that 3rd world, rural beaten path countries do not, rOttEn EddIE? The best amount is a free man. Just the right amount and the man is not a man but... not his own. A man not his own has no self, EddIE rOttEn. He is possessed. And he who possesses, controls.


I looked up the reference to JOHN MITCHELL as our Anonymous spoke of and came across a post found here on this very blog. 


"What do you see?" "I see lines. Your point?" "What do you see?" "I already told you what you already know. And from the looks of it, don't know." "What do you see?" "Enough of this, take this blindfold off me! I'm John Mitchell, contractor for the United States Government. That is all I can say, all I know." "The Chinese and Indians. Vast populations. Most in the world, some would say off the cuff." "yea? and?" "they hate each other. That region. Pakistanis. Indians. Chinese. Now the Indian Prime Minister is set to visit South Korea on what its says is national security. If South Korea is attacked by North Korea, China falls suit, all bets are off, and will have the world distracted, that it begins its attacks. We have bases in Japan and South Korea, Mr. Mitchell. Their existence is based on our readiness levels to react. So truly, who do you have your loyalty to, Mr. Mitchell? Life is not a pie to be cut up and shared, Mir. Mitchell. It is high-stakes gambling and you either sit and watch as decisions are made or go all in." "...India has 17.5% of the world's population, and China alone has almost 1.4 billion.... 20%... combined they have a big piece of the pie. But like I said, life is not about sharing pies.... zombies, Mr. Mitchell. You and I damn well know they exist. You sent memos to your management. There's a lot of zombies to be had in that region... Now, back to the lines... latitude 40.458148, longitude 93.39.145... where in DC are they looking...?" It's sometimes difficult, though not impossible... to be the blind man sitting in the dark room looking for the black cat that isn't there... and still finds it.. staring back.


The later coordinate falls somewhere in a remote part of China... really odd too if you look it up on Google maps. The first is a coordinate that I have yet to decipher. But my friend here in NASA says that it leads to a place in ETHIOPIA. Not just any place, but THE place. My team in Ethiopia have contacted me after seeing the coordinate themselves and say, that indeed, it is something of importance. Star is the one who emailed in this time... I'll let you read in her words....


...continued....


Thursday, August 16, 2012

GRENDEL of HARP 15

After getting a message like that from Anonymous, we aren't sure what to think of him. We decided to focus all our attention on the fact that most of our beloved friends returned from Colorado. Their tales of fear are still keeping us up at night. While we settled here in Houston, I received an email. It was from our team in Ethiopia.

To catch you up, 5 of our ZFC  family were on the outside border of Ethiopia, about to venture inside to find the ARC OF THE COVENANT. The Arc is the second of three generators used to harness the power of the Gods. We believe the NEW WORLD ORDER, the Elitist, the ASMZ... whatever you want to call them, are trying to create a perfect race of humans. And having all three generators would give them enough power to extinguish at least 80% of the worlds population, in order to form a perfect Utopia for the remaining people to live in. The zombies are turning out to be a population control device, used by the Elitist, flushing out all the middle class humans to be slaughtered... or in this case... eaten alive by zombies. The people that have died so far, be it family or friend, seem to be under some kind of control. Doing the bidding of the puppet-master, whoever they are, or what ever IT is.

As i sat down and read from my laptop, I was horrified. Ethiopia brought a new fear to the table. Their only comfort was a small group of survivors they met outside the walls.

The survivors were a rag tag team of bandits. They didn't even know each other very well. They hadn't been together long, but decided that they needed each other more than doing it on their own. IT being, to go inside the walls of Ethiopia and retrieving the rest of their families.

After several deep conversations, STAR was able to squeeze out information that we desperately needed. All the while , Lokey was bartering goods, X was cleaning our weapons, and Josh and Jig were keeping watch.

Then, morning came.

The walls of Ethiopia were tall. Like rusted curtains surrounding a grave yard. The smell was awful that morning. The ZFC looked at each other in disgust. The survivors they met up with told them to get used to it. :"It doesn't get any better than this." Their plan was was to start slow. STAR drew a detailed map of the area they were entering, and where they were going to. The survivors were going to tag along for as far as they needed, until they broke off to find their families. Our ZFC wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. But finally decided it was the best thing. Numbers are better than none... right?

Morning came with a grey that fogged over the hot air. There is nothing worse than an African sun, well....there are the walking dead. The survivors explained in more detail, that if your bitten, shot, killed in anyway, that you will immediately turn into a zombie. There is no resting time. A high flesh regeneration area was one that must be taken seriously.  They seemed to be interested in the Arc. They asked a lot of questions about it. Where it came from, where we would be taking it, who we were... and how we found the Arc to be in Ethiopia in the first place.. LOTS of questions. 

I'm rambling... I'll just copy and paste LOKEYS message from the email I received..

Eddie,

Thank you for filling us in about the return of our Fellow ZFC from Colorado. X is over joyed to hear that his father and sister are still among the living. X, however is beating himself up on the inside. He seems to have a second personality he's dealing with. Were not worried though. He is still a solid soldier. And handy with these guns. How can a boy of his young age know so much about war tactic? He seems to be a good candidate for the GYPSY GROUP when I return... 

The destruction in Ethiopia is beyond full description. There is no power. There are no animals running about. There is only decrepit buildings and moans in the distance. We were told that there are zombies in high numbers here, but that's nothing we haven't dealt with since we've arrived in Africa.... now is it.

STAR has taken really good care of us all for the last few days. She misses her daughter at home. Canada is a long way from here, and she's ready to go home. We all are Eddie. As soon as I'm holding the Arc in my hands, were going to need extraction from this hell. We need a vacation.. BAD!!

The survivors led us to a dark building. They said that this was the safest place to call home for the next few days. We could go out and conduct our business, then return here if we wanted. Its a damp place. We can hear the zombies day in and day out, but there hasn't been much action. I've personally only decapitated 4 or 5 zombies since we've entered the walls of Ethiopia. I cant speak for the rest of the team. There aren't many words spoken to be honest. The survivors warn us against speaking too much.

During the daytime, we split up and venture out for food and other supplies. So far, we've found fresh water, and canned food. It was inside a chapel 2 miles from here. The trip there is easy, but the trip back is..... not. It seems, any movement whatsoever attracts the zombies. They aren't fast zombies, which is a plus for us, but they are ugly... and evil looking. They have a different look behind their milky eyes. They aren't just looking for the next meal.. we cant quite make it out. 

When I was at the chapel yesterday, I heard gun shots from outside the doors. It attracted a large horde of zombs.. I climbed the old burned stairs to the top and looked out the bell tower to see at least 100 or more of the walkers headed in my direction. At the base of the chapels front doors, there were two people. I hadn't seen them before. They weren't part of the party we met outside the walls of Ethiopia. It was a man and an older lady.

She was screaming frantically and shooting wildly into the crowd of approaching zombies. The man was fumbling over what he had in his arms. He had bags of flour and two large containers of what looked like water. He was trying to place them in a wheel large wheel barrel..

Eddie, we are not alone here. There are other survivors. I should've thought this before, but there must be thousands of survivors hidden throughout this city. Its a good thing. Life... is a good thing. 

The two elders weren't as fortunate as I wanted them to be. The lady ran out of bullets and threw the useless pistol into the flesh eaters. From the back of the horde, a mad... crazed zombie ran through. Knocking other zombies out of its way as it ran full speed toward the two living people. The running zombie leaped over the last 5 or 6 zombies in its way and jumped at least a good 40 feet before landing on the lady..

Eddie, you must understand. Nothing.. since I've been doing this, has ever done that before. Not even the Muscle Assist Program that Lord Micah has can cause its men to jump 40 feet and beyond. This new breed of zombie has grossly been underestimated. The woman was devoured in less than a few seconds. The man that was holding the flour and water just ran into the crowd of zombies, apparently just wanting to end it all.

They gathered around both bodies and shredded them both until there was just a red stain on the ground. These zombies aren't out to bite and walk away. They are feeding. Getting strength.. Like..... an army. 

I crouched low in the bell tower and waited for them to walk away. They didn't. They just fell back into their trance like daze, and bumped into each other, snarling and hissing at each other. But soon they were called.

AVERY loud hum came from the center of town. It was probably 20 miles away from where we were. The zombies reacted to it by standing up straight, looking around for just seconds, then... in full sprint. Ran toward the sound. It was teeth chattering. The sound was echoing through the bell tower and hurt my head so bad I almost fell off the wooden balcony I was standing on. 

Before returning to our 'make shift' safe-house, I gathered the water, flour, and canned food I found at the church and put it all in the wheel barrel. The handles were bloody.. I think it was blood. A tar like liquid is what wiped off. I wish Lord Micah was with us so he could analyze it for me. He's probably pissed I took his precious Frequency toy. But with out it, I surely would have died several times... So I don't regret the dishonesty that was needed.

We are tired Eddie. STAR says that she knows the location we'll have the best chance in finding the ARC. I'm ready to find it too. I'm sick of this place, and we just got here. The smell is horrible. Like dying flesh and Sulfur... if you can imagine that.

One of the survivors told us of something to look out for. In fear of anyone or anything hearing the name... she took STAR to the side to speak. STAR grabbed JIG and JOSH for protection, just in case.. The survivor begged us not to say anything to any of the other survivors, as it would jeopardize their pact. They apparently PROMISED they wouldn't mention this to anyone. but since we've helped them out this far, she felt obligated to be honest with us. I thank STAR for that. She's been there for them.

Anyway. What she said was....... disturbing. She said that at the center of this town, lies what we are looking for. But it is well protected. The living used to protect it, but there are none left. She said that two years ago, a man was brought here from the 'STATES'. He was called SHANE. Shane was a leader of a construction crew, and drove from site to site, making sure his workers were doing things to print. He worked for a government company called HARP 15. I had heard of HARP before, but not HARP 15. When Ethiopia fell to its knees because of the zombie outbreak, Shane was believed to seek shelter inside the building he created. No one has seen him since. But now, 2 years later, stories have started to emerge between the survivors of Ethiopia. 

A beast now protects the Arc of the Covenant. This beast is believed to be the Shane that came from America.. but no one is sure exactly. The survivors of Ethiopia have passed down the story that he taken by HARP 15, and modified to be a ruler over the zombies of Ethiopia. They would work and do his bidding for him. There is more than just the original building that was started a few years ago. This was a compound of evil. We were told, that he wasn't known as Shane anymore.. but Grendel is what is heard from the tower at the center of town. 

The girl was shaking by the time she finished telling us.. She was literally trembling with fear. She said, IVE SAID TOO MUCH!! IVE SAID TOO MUCH!!" She ran into the front room and tried to scream it out loud but was slapped hard by another survivor. "GET HER OUT!! SHE'S SPOKEN HIS NAME! SHE'S SPOKEN HIS NAME!!" One of the other survivors whispered loudly. My crew just stood there with wide eyes, not knowing what was going on.. it happened so fast.

The front door was opened and the girl that went out of control was pushed into the dirty burning side street of Ethiopia. We were ordered to crouch low and be quiet. "THEY WILL COME FOR HER! SHE SPOKE HIS NAME!!" One of the survivors said quickly between his teeth. "GET DOWN, GET DOWN!!! THEY'RE COMING!! GET DOWN!!"

We crouched as we were told. But I needed to see. I slithered to a back bedroom so I could peer out a shattered window. The girl that had completely lost touch with reality, stood in the street, mumbling loudly saying words like.. HERE and HOME and CRYSTAL and so many other things I couldn't make out fully. Just random...... words. Then... we ALL heard the noise.

It was a whisper like hiss that came from the south side of where we were hiding. The dark came, too quickly for it to be blamed on the sun going down. It was as if the sun were blotted out... by something.  The lady just paced back and forth in the street mumbling like a crazy person. Counting on her fingers and slapping her left shoulder every so often. Through the dark, I could see several images. Wet, dark things that held their belly's close to the ground. They were animals... no, people of some sort. The closer they came to her, the less frightened she seemed to be. Finally they were so close, her arms were held out as if to be received with a hug. Then the HUM BLAST came. With out warning.

The black, slimy people that held their bodies close to the ground slithered quickly behind her and built a wall for her to fall against. It was the scariest thing I had ever seen Eddie. The blast blew threw the streets of Ethiopia like large trumpet, throwing everything in the air like a hurricane. The lady stood there, held up by the wall of evil behind her. With her arms out toward the blast her eyes sunk in and revealed two black holes in her face. She bled from her ears, eyes and nose. Her hair blew into the night like she were on a roller coaster ride.. then... it was over.

The blast ended. And I didn't see the slimy images of dark men behind her. She was hunched over, alone in the street. Her clothes were blasted to shreds, and the dirt from the street covered her entire body. A loud AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!! Came from her. I looked to her from  behind the window, petrified.

The wind blew through the street quietly. Then, she looked up at me. I thought she looked at me, but she just looked...... her eyes were a milky white. The edges were black like the other zombies we've seen here. Her fingers were crinkled like she was holding something but there was nothing there. She sniffed the air in quick, violent jerks, then...turned and started walking toward the center of town.

Eddie, there is something here. It controls what the zombies do. It controls how they act, where they go.... everything. If this Grendel character is true.... He might be the real deal. 

Please let the rest of the GYPSY GROUP know that I'll be home soon, but please don't tell them... I don't think we'll make it. 

About that extraction. Don't be late. I'll message you in a few days time to let you know of our situation.

LOKEY.

I didn't reply to LOKEY immediately. I didn't want to tell him that the zombies they are encountering there are strikingly like the ones Lord Micah described in Colorado. The White milky eyes, surrounded by a black eye ball. The slimy creatures... everything. This is the first time, the new zombies have scared me. 

The ARC is there and I know they can get it. The fate of the human race depends on it.. Good luck to them. And I will report back as soon as I can.. Sorry for the delay since my last post. Its crazy around here. Bare with me. Keep us in your prayers.

KILLEM'ALL!!