These days get long here in Texas. The zombie have found a way to raid some of the local food supply shelters. Either that or they are breeched by the ASMZ and the zombies are led in by the tens to devour anything that has substance. I almost liked it more when zombies only ate animate objects. Now, they are more like roaches or rats that eat just to eat. I'll cover the battle here at home soon enough. I want to fill you all in on whats going on in Africa first. I got two messages recently. One from Joshua, and the other from Star. Look, these are people that proved to be more than just zombie fighters. That's why they were chosen to handle the hunt in Africa. I have yet to sit down with them via Skype to explain looking for the ARC OF THE COVENANT, but soon. For now, lets start with Joshua's message to me... to you... and to everyone who is open to understand our resistance to the new world.
Log Entry #1
To Whoever reads these entries. I’m writing this “documentation” of the events that have transpired in Hamilton, Ontario. I don’t know how far this reaches, how far gone we all really are. I pray to god it has been quarantined by now. Before it has a chance to reach out farther than mankind can control. I say “it” because I really don’t know what else to call it. Call it a virus, call it a curse, call it a slight to humanity but my god, “it” is Zombies! Like, right out of a movie. I never thought it would be possible. I feel deep in my heart that this wasn’t something air born that was brought to us by some insect, animal or the like. I can’t help but feel that this was something man made. For reasons I don’t know and that keep me awake at night wondering about. It used to scare me, I was terrified….You know what, let me just start from the beginning…
It was a day like any other, I was in the kitchen making lunch when without warning a man came running up to my door… he was hurt.. bad. He was banging on my door and pleading for help. I was alone with my daughter so I normally wouldn’t have opened the door to a man screaming on my front porch, but this was different, and I knew this person genuinely needed someone, needed me. I grabbed the first weapon I could find which was a butcher knife from the kitchen and headed toward the door. I peeked out of the curtain and was terrified by what I saw. Blood! My god his blood was everywhere! I looked around and there was nobody in sight so I swung the door open, pulled the man in and shut the door and locked it as fast as I could. It was his arm that had been wounded. Not smooth enough to be a cut, no sign of bullet holes, just…ripped, torn flesh. Like he had been attacked by a rabid dog or something. I don’t drive so there was no way I could get this poor man to a doctor with my baby in tow. I called the police to send an ambulance, the line was busy! How the HELL can it be busy?? I called for a cab. Nobody answered. I was running out of time, this man was bleeding profusely. I grabbed a dishcloth to stop the bleeding, I tended to his wound as best I could. He lasted for about 22 hours and slept through most of it. But one day he passed on, right in front of my eyes. I had never seen anyone die in front of me before. It was eerie to say the least. I figure he must have gotten infected by whatever bit him. I said my peace and as I covered him with the blanket…. he sat up! I was so happy to see he was still alive! I pulled the sheet off of him and noticed something different about him. Something in his eyes. Vacant. Loathsome. Hungry. He lunged at me. He looked like he was trying to bite me…and he was! I didn’t know what had gotten into him and I wasn’t going to wait to find out. I had a crazy man in my house and a baby playing one floor below us. A weapon.. something to use against this lunatic. I remembered something that was tucked away in my closet. An heirloom that had been passed down in my family for generations. It was my great great-grandfathers samurai sword. I opened the closet door and grabbed it, unsheathed it just in time too. He was right on me. I swung around as fast and hard as I could and cut his head clean off. I was amazed at the power I held in my hands. I have to admit, I felt…good….exhilarated. To take this mans life. To kill someone who was a danger to myself and worse, to my daughter. He had to die. It was the right thing to do. I went downstairs and immediately picked up the phone to call the police.. no signal. Why the HELL would there be no signal at a time like this! Well I wasn’t going to stay in the house with a dead psychopath in my room. I was getting my daughter out of there. If I can’t reach the cops by phone, I’ll just have to go there in person. I packed up some necessities and we headed out the door.
I want to thank STAR for sharing these desperate moments with us all. If this is the best way for her to open up to us than we'll take it. These people that are fighting with us are REAL PEOPLE. I care for them each individually and wouldn't send them all the way to Africa if I didn't think good things would come from all this. The fight against zombies is only part of the terror that is coming. We must fight as one, until all are gone.