Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
It was like watching a feather drop in slow motion. The grenade wobbled from side to side as it fell from above the stage where we were. The men dressed in red, the women dressed in beige, the man in the gas mask and the monster were all about to meet a side of the ZFC they, until now, thought they were immune from.
The grenade fell at the feet of the beast sitting his chair. The people around him acted just as any human would, but the beast only looked up..... And through the dark pit of each eye, it looked directly us. And smiled. As if he knew we were here the whole time. The lines wrinkled around his mouth as he grinned eerily us. The carved symbols his face bunched up around his forehead. The man's body lunged foreword and he reached out his arms towards us, and grunted out a long, airy word none of us understood. Everyone scattered. The blast came...... BOOOOOOM!
Bodies flew everywhere. A few of the women survived the initial blast and started crawling off the stage toward the children where it was safe. They where'll screaming for the children to help them, but were intercepted by the man dressed in the green suit and gas mask. Still holding his symbolic Arabian sword, he raised it and ended the lives of the remaining women quickly. All the men dressed in red cloaks were dead, their bodies scattered about like paper from a turned over trash can.
Our men backed up in fright. My daughter, Izzy stayed by my side. The man in he green suit and mask stompped toward the children of the Matagorda ZFC. He ripped off his mask screaming. He was bald. And he too had deep carvings of odd objects all around his face and mouth. Eddie, these carvings are strikingly similar to the ones found at the College Station Compound before it was destroyed by, who we thought was Jig.
My men opened fire on the exposed head of the enemy. The bullets landed where they were intended, but the man continued to walk towards the children. He threw his sword and it stuck in the wall on his way down the 5 steps coming from the stage.
"HE'S NOT STOPPING!" My man yelled out. He not only wasn't stopping, he wasn't returning fire. Now off the stage, with back and head full of bullets, the man started to slow his pace. The children were inside their bull pin area, screaming. But at closer look, it wasn't in fear of loosing their life to a demon that liked to wear gas masks to a Population Control Ceremony. They were literally tearing down the walls that held them in, out of anger and rage.
The minion, full of bullets now, staggered to the nearest wall and raised his hand. By this time my men had stopped firing. The children of the Matagorda ZFC breached their confines and were storming toward the dying traitor to humanity. I looked closer...
Just before the children reached him, his raised hand dropped hard on the side of the wall. He wasn't going to the children at all. He was going to a button. Not just 'a' button. 'THE' button.
The ground shook once.... then again.. The children looked up at us and immediately changed their plan. Instead of ending the life of the monster that liked enslaved them, they must save their own. They pointed and screamed through the new noise of the environment, to go back the way we came. I heard them yelling too, but I couldnt make out what they were saying. My men, myself and Izzy began slowly moving backwards. The children all ran one direction and out of my view. Izzy was tugging me to move faster, but I heard a noise. A noise I hadn't heard since I was a child. A noise I have never told anyone about... until now. It was a screeching sound. It came and left as the rumbles did. There was a low hum that followed. The sounds bounced around the huge room that forever went up. This sound was frightening Eddie. As a scientist, I'm open to things I don't understand, but this was different. This was ZOMBIES... times 10.
The hums and screetches got louder and louder. We had a hard time reaching the narrow hallway we came from, and just as we did... the vibration of the rumbling in the room and the sound of the hums became too much for the walkway we were on. It came loose and fell, crashing to the ground a few hundred feet below.
"COME ON DAD!" Izzy pulled harder. A light came from below. It grew brighter and brighter. I couldn't leave, I had to see. I turned to Izzy and told her. "If you want to go, please meet me at the door leading to this hallway, but I must stay to see what this is." "I'M STAYING YOU IDIOT!" Izzy yelled back defensively.
The other men backed to the door, and disappeared into the dark tomb they came through, ready for sunlight and the measley task of killing a few zombies here and there. This operation was much more than any of them anticipated.
Izzy and Lord Micah got to their stomachs and peered over the ledge of what used to be a walkway. The light from below was warm, and grew brighter and brighter as they watched. The new light revealed the room they dropped a grenade into. It was a large, circular shaped area. The walls were beautifully constructed with ornate pillars that raised to the very top, too high to see.
The light was blinding. Izzy and Lord Mich looked on. 7 doors slid open, and from the shadows behind the perfectly rectangled door ways, flooded dozens of zombies.
They were clean. No blood on their faces or hands. No flesh rotting off their chest or backs. Just clean, fresh zombies. They looked brand new. Izzy and Mich looked at eachbither in total confusion. The rumbling continued, and the screeching and disorientating noise of the wobbling hum got to be too much. Micah pulled out his special ear plugs.
The zombies varied in size, some big, some small. But even with the blinding white light, and the beautiful clean, temple like walls towering around them... these were still.... zombies. Hungry, growling, flesh eating beasts ready to rip any living soul around them to pieces.
The floor moved. Then it moved again. One time up slightly, and the next time rotating around about a foot or more. Very odd. Then.... it happened again. This time much more. The floor moved toward Izzy and Mich about 20 feet this time, And it rotated clockwise.
Izzy and Micah jumped to their feet in fear. Below, they could see level after level slowly disappear as the floor rose towards them. Each level had empty space, just like the space they were in. Several levels down, part of the ZFC CHILDREN bumbled into view. Crowding each other, but trying to stay close to the wall. They were getting dangerously close to the approaching platform, holding the squeaky clean zombies.
The children were trying to help Izzy and Micah escape, but entered the wrong level. As the platform rose, the doorways closed, sealing up any chance of escape. The level had come. The zombies were already reaching for the children. Then, more children came from the floors just below Izzy and Micah, followed by the door closing behind them. The children looked up at Izzy and Micah. The father and daughter didn't know if that was the last time anyone would ever see the children again. If the whole mission was going to end VERY badly, to the wildest circumstances of a rising floor of zombies inside a temple that seemed to have an elevator directed to the heavens. But the children of the Matagorda ZFC were unpredictable. As unpredictable as their Compound founder, X. A child survivor during the zombie apocalypse. The children clinched their fists, and jumped in the pit of teeth gnashing zombies.
Izzy and Micah couldn't believe the level of bravery. And as the platform rose, the fight was becoming more clear. The children of the Matagorda ZFC were not there to loose.
The blinding white reflection of the walls revealed the blood splats and headless bodies of zombies as the platform got close enough to see the full carnage of the children. Lord Micah and Izzy jumped in.
With several zombies left, and an exhausted ZFC, Micah yelled for everyone to get behind him, and cover their ears. Izzy covered the ears of a young girl with bloody fists. Micah pulled out his FULLY CHARGED frequency device, and aimed it at the approaching zombies.
WWWOOOOOOOMMMB!!! The hum blast shattered the first layer of zombies, and pushed the rest of them high against the moving wall behind them, dragging some of them into the narrow pockets that separated the wall from the rising platform. They all died.
Up they rose. The daylight was getting closer and closer. The ZFC held each other close. Micah and Izzy looked around in total astonishment. As the sunlight came closer, they noticed the speed of the platform picking up. Micah yelled for everyone to jump as soon as they saw solid ground, because it didn't look like the rising floor was going to slow down. He couldn't have been more right.
The platform shot out the top of the tube like a wine cork. Micah and Izzy, hand in hand used perfect timing and practically stepped off onto the ground. Others went so fortunate. Everyone was on the ground, some with broken legs and ankles, but alive. They all looked at the stage they were just standing on, shoot straight up about 5 stories... then vanish. What Micah thought was going to be a long cylinder like pillar, wasn't that at all. It was a flat disc shaped object, similar to a piano black oreo.
After returning home Micah explained that he thought the object was a defense mechanism, or a secret satellite launching device the government used for spying on people globally.... no one could explain how the platform disappeared like it did... or why.
Micah's remaining men met with him outside the fence line of the airport, just next to were the mysterious object vanished. News vans and military were still present because of the zombie attack on the far wing of the airport..., we still think it was done by the ASMZ, hoping to distract us from our mission.
Now home, Lord Micah and Izzy are reunited with Dorothy. They are hugging as I write this. Stories are pouring in about what the children of the Matagorda ZFC saw while thy were held captive underneath the Denver, Colorado airport. Some of them are almost..... silly. Too crazy to write about anyway.... kids and their imaginations.
I'm grateful for the safe return of every last child ZFC member. My heart goes out to the fallen soldiers and their families. You will be missed. Care packages by the GYPSY GROUP have been prepared and sent to their families, in hopes that their grieving process will be smoother. We love and miss you, the volunteer soldiers of the DENVER, COLORADO MISSION.
There is a darkness still open with the rest of our team though. Africa is still spilling with zombies. JIG, LOKEY, STAR & X, are about to enter the walls of the burning, zombie infested ETHIOPIA.
LOKEY & STAR made contact last night. In JIGs state, after loosing his brother, then watching him morph into a zombie right before his eyes.. well, he could be a liability. Gotta watch him for a while...
I need to rest now. But tomorrow I will be back to report their story. My wife and sons are getting over the latest wave of sickness. They need me, so bare with me...
I love you all. ZFCers across the globe, thank you for your service. You know who you are.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
It was almost two weeks since I had heard from Lord Micah. Honestly though, I saw the news... so I knew something was happening at the Denver airport. The reporters were claiming that a horde of zombies crashed through the glass walls of the airport and attacked several people, and in turn devastating the entire South wing, meaning everyone there turned to zombies. I saw the footage on t.v. not knowing if Lord Micah and his daughter were mixed up in the bodies they drug out. There was video of the zombies they contained. Fenced in like animals the zombies clawed and shook the fence not knowing exactly what to do, other than to try to get to the living on the other side. The stations lined up to film the walking dead. Odd how interesting people think they are. And since most wealthy people haven't even been affected by the zombies, they have no clue as to what a threat they really are. I saw a person the other day get attacked while he was getting into his Maserati. He just stood there, like nothing was going to happen. Like he was dealing with something that had reason or remorse. When are these people going to get a clue? Almost silly isn't it? Watching the rich run from zombies is almost as entertaining as killing them.....the zombies I mean.
By the time Lord Micah called in, all hell had broken loose, and I was getting the aftermath of the story. I cant re-create every emotion he expressed when he called in, but I'll tell you what happened the best I can. And up front, I don't understand any better than you will.. so bare with me on it.
Summarized Phone call * 12:57 am Saturday morning July 10th 2012
There is more here than zombies. I cant explain what, because I don't know.. but I will. All in all we are safe, at least, the ones that chose to be are. The children of the Matagorda ZFC are safe as well, at least most of them are. When we passed back through the hole in the wall, that large animal that died due to my frequency blast... well, its body started to swell. We could barely get past the carcass fast enough before the beast exploded into a million pieces. Either the animal was designed with a self detonation device from within, or it was experiencing rabid growth, even in the decaying stages of true death. Crazy how I can't just say dead anymore.
Izzy was fine. Better than I expected. Since she's my daughter, I feel like I have to protect her, but standing back I see what she truly is. She has helped whats left of our team back to their feet physically and emotionally. Something I struggle to do. I have always seen things so black and white, but with Izzy, I'm able to see the grey in things, and how important it is... it that makes sense.
Further down the dark tunnel we went. There was nothing. It's what I imagine hell to feel like. The only comfort was that Izzy was there with me, and the flash lights we all had. Soon, we all started to notice the objects on the ground. After further investigation, we noticed that they were all animals of some sort. Or that's what they used to be. They were all modified some how. In different ways. Some had overgrown teeth. Some had eyes that were too high on their skull. Some had no skin at all. Some were just flat out unidentifiable. There were too many of them. We had to start stepping on their bodies to make our way further down the tunnel. The bones and dry flesh snapped beneath our feet. Izzy was irritated with me because I clung to her hand so tightly. Half way because I didn't want her to get lost in the dark, and the other half....well, I was simply horrified.
We stopped because someone up front called out, "HEY, I FOUND SOMETHING!! SOME KIND OF.... ROD!"
Izzy and I felt our way to the front of the line to find a divider in the tunnel. It was exactly what our volunteer called out. It was an iron rod, placed directly in the center of the tunnel. The rod was chained to another rod 10 or more feet ahead, which was attached to another, and another, and another. They seemed to go on for ever. It actually helped out tremendously to find our way down this dark, damp tomb of death. Then... through the dark, we heard conversation. The silence was ringing in my ears for so long, I wasn't sure if it was voices or not, but it was. They were coming from above. One of my men whispered back, "Do you hear that? Is it... laughing?"
The next thing that happened, none of us saw coming. A narrow bar of light came from above. There were people staring down at us. To far up for us to see any faces, but we could hear them talking through a gap in the turn style windows. A voice came. "ZFC, AS DELIGHTED WE ARE TO SEE YOU MADE IT THIS FAR, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME. YOU HAVE ENTERED A RESTRICTED FEEDING AREA, AND WE ARE GIVING YOU A CHANCE TO LEAVE."
"SUCK IT!" Said one of them men holding tight to the rod.
The men in the window continued. "AGAIN, WE ARE OFFERING YOU A CHANCE TO LEAVE, TO LIVE AND CONTINUE FIGHTING ZOMBIES AS YOU WISH."
Up and down the tunnel in both directions, green EXIT signs lit up in a scattered pattern. "THESE DOORS ALL LEAD TO YOUR FREEDOM, YOUR SALVATION. GO BACK TO YOUR FAMILIES AND FRIENDS. THIS IS A RESTRICTED AREA AND YOU ARE TRESPASSING."
The voice didn't explain the dead bodies of the modified animals all over the ground, and we didn't see any doors in the outlining walls either. Since we were holding to the chain, we weren't paying attention to the sides of the tomb. My men immediately started conversation. I heard everything from, "lets go" to "stick together" to "Ive got family at home"... everything was said, and everything was heard. My men's fears came out in that dark tunnel. The voice spoke again.
"YOUR TIME IS UP." The men speaking from the long narrow window above reached over and turned a knob, closing the window... the light went out.
The EXIT signs started to disappear randomly. Some went out far down each side of the tunnel, then a minute would pass, and another would go out right next to us. As the signs went out, a couple of men would let go and reach toward the nearest exit, then grab the chain again. But worse, down the tunnel behind us, we could see THEM. Dragging themselves across the floor, over the bodies of the dead animals, a new horde of zombie came. With only the light of the existing exit signs illuminating them, we could see the contorted bodies of the walking dead. These zombies were beyond any deformity we had ever seen. Some had a lower jaw dragging below their necks. Arms grabbing out from their backs. Long, extended fingers with bones ripping out the tips, and eyes blinking and glaring from different parts of their bodies. Grinding teeth howling out from mouths attached to the chest and necks of these beasts from hell.
The two men gave up. They pulled away from the chain and begged us to follow them. "Look at whats coming! DON'T BE FOOLS!! WE CAN FIGHT THE ZOMBIES FROM HOME! COME ON! COME ON!!!" The men ran toward the exit signs closest to them. The first man pushed hard against the door, screaming. The door flung open, and from where I stood all I saw was an arm covered in blood and missing flesh come down on the mans head like a guillotine, crushing him down to his rib cage. Everyone open fired at the doorway, lighting up the rotten cave in loud, bright bursts. Then... the door closed, leaving the lifeless body of my soldier on the floor. The other man couldn't get back to the chain fast enough yelling "MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!!!" We all kept an eye on the slowly approaching zombies from the rear, but pressed forward into the dark.
A light flickered on from above again. It was the men from before. "GET THEM!!" A voice shouted. They assumed we would all take the exits, but they were wrong. Before we knew it, we could hear gunshots from behind. They were killing off the nightmare zombies that were slowly making their way towards us. A small hum blast echoed through the tunnel, and I knew we were in trouble. My frequency device can only deliver once every few hours. And it wasn't ready. We were trapped. I ordered my men to shut off their flash lights and dig themselves underneath the rotting bodies of the animals we were walking over. It was our only chance of survival. When the men from upstairs pass us, we'll attack.
We dug ourselves underneath the putrid smelling carcases of the animals that laid at the floor of this tunnel for who knows how long... and I could vaguely make out the massacre that was coming our way. Through the dark, I could see the gun shots coming. With each blast, I saw another deformity fall to the ground. Then, they were at our feet. 3 men with white jackets on. "WE KNOW YOUR OUT THERE!..... JUST COME OUT NOW AND WE'LL LET YOU GO!!!" They snickered between each other, mocking our fate.
Then.... a loud thud came from the side of the tunnel. I looked in the direction of the sound as well as I could with out moving my head. A door crashed open in a million pieces, and out came what had to have crushed my soldiers head into his stomach. A VERY LARGE ZOMBIE, lunged forward. Twisted and contorted its arms flung around like a carnival ride smashing everything in its path. The 3 men didn't stand a chance. They were piles of mush with in the blink of an eye. I think only one person even got in a squeak before he was ripped in half. The half with the squeak was thrown down into the darkness of the large hallway. The large beast snorted and grunted much like a wild bore. He grabbed some of the remains of his new kills and drug them back into the wall from where he came. After a minute of laying there, a green light blinked for a second, and the door closed.
I got an email from Jig. He's gonna pull through, but he's going through it right now. The loss of his brother is taking it's toll.
Things have gone from bad to one million times worse. It's been real tough any way not seeing my family and loving girlfriend for such a long time. But to all of a sudden, loose a family member like that was completely unbearable. The worst thing is... I don't think I can go on. All I want to do is sit next to the body of my brother and stay there just praying he wakes from this deep sleep he's in. I can't even do that. The ASMZ took him, or what used to be him. But every time I start to think about things, I always get reassurance from STAR. If it wasn't for her I don't think I could go on. But she always makes me aware of the situation. Find the ARK of the COVENANT. That's the mission. If we find it then maybe we can get home to our loved ones. How am I going to tell my family I will never know. JIG
Hang in there JIG. I cant bring your brother back, but I can tell you that what he's done brings us one step closer to saving this burning planet. We love you man
Sunday, July 1, 2012
The jeep ran well. The entire ZFC compiled of people from all over the world sat wordless while the noise of the outside air blew through the windowless vehicle. Everyone had something else on their mind. And at the same time, on the same goal. THE ARK OF THE COVENANT.
The driver never gave his name. The two GYPSY GROUP members that parachuted down asked to get out several miles back. They walked into the desert with out a word. They GYPSY GROUP are a strange and mysterious group. The seat placement in the jeep rotated a few times as they stopped for pee breaks along the way. In the end, STAR and LOKEY were cuddled in the back next to X, Jig sat up front with the quiet hairy driver, and Joshua and Mike T were crowded in the far back keeping watch on the rear. Everyone was either asleep or getting there.
Then Jig woke everyone up. "Guys... hey wake up!" Everyone sat up quickly. The anxiety of this ZOMBIE LIFE stays in your sub conscious, keeping you from ever really sleeping soundly again. Jig pointed at a large sign that approached on the road.
///CAUTION-RAPID TISSUE REGENERATION AREA///
X leaned forward. "Look, a forest... out there.. look its trees! Millions of trees!" The driver yelled over the wind. "Those aren't tress. Those are ZOMBIES!!" Through the haze that rose off the dry terrain, there was a gray matter in the distance. Like a mirage in the dessert, they could see the huge mass of zombies. More than they'd ever seen before. They were too far away to cause a threat, but for someone... it was the end of the world.
As they drove, animals started becoming visible. Their skin was rotted off and hanging while they ran beside the jeep trying to keep up. A zebra ran directly towards the vehicle, screaming and stomping in delusion until STAR stood up in the jeep, took aim and fired. The zebra crashed on its neck instantly and slid to a stop, immediately surrounded by other unfortunate animals, just looking for flesh to rip.
The smell of burning rubber and buildings was noticed before even seeing the smoke. They found a safe area, and stopped the jeep. They all climbed out and looked in disbelief.
ETHIOPIA. The place they traveled so far to get to, was on fire. All of it. The black smoke bellowed to the heavens. In the distance there were explosions. To the far right of them were the approaching army of zombies, and where they stood, was fear. Nothing but pure, dark, fear. The kind you try to say you never had. From the dark in your room when you were young. The fear of being grabbed by your feet if you step off the bed. The fear of something following you in the night when you walk. The fear in the air stunk almost as bad as the smoke racing off the building tops of the old ETHIOPIA.
Jig leaned on the rear view window of the drivers side of the jeep. "HEY!" He noticed approaching vans in the reflection. Then POW!! The rear view shattered underneath his arm. A huge hole appeared when he blinked. Then followed another shot. CRACK!! Everyone turned around and drew their weapons. "GET IN THE JEEP!" Lokey screamed out. The driver turned on the jeep and hurried everyone to get in. "GO GO GO GO!!" They all shouted in unison. The gunfire never stopped.
From the back yelled Joshua. "HEY. HEY HEY HEY!!!!" Lokey turned around while loading a new cartridge in his pistol to notice blood spewing out the neck of MIKE T. "OH SHIT!! MIKES HIT MIKES HIT!!" STAR leaned back and put her hand over the gaping hole in his neck. JOSHUA, JIG and X returned fire on the approaching ASMZ. "MY BAG MY BAG!" yelled Lokey. JIG reached down and unzipped Lokeys secretive duffel back and pulled out 3 odd shaped grenades. "PUSH THE GREEN BUTTON!!" Lokey yelled. JIG pushed the green button on all three devices and threw them as far back as he could. He promptly picked up his gun and resumed shooting.
MIKE T's neck was gushing blood at this point. His mouth was beginning to show pink around the teeth too. STAR had one hand on his neck and the other was blasting fire at the ASMZ. "SWITCH!" Joshua yelled. He had what some would argue as the best shot, so he needed to get better positioning. As the jeep jumped over small dunes of the desert, Joshua and STAR switched places. STAR was small enough to lay down in the back with MIKE T, protecting him from any other gun fire. Then....... KAAABOOOOOOOMM!!!
LOKEY's devices detonated, exploding into the tanned earth. White vans easily tumbled over on their side and slid to a stop, exploding themselves. The three grenades took out all but one van. Still shooting rapidly at the speeding jeep, the ASMZ gained ground.
STAR started screaming uncontrollably. She stood up in the middle of the raging bullet battle, kicking and punching toward the floor board of the jeep. JIG was standing on the front seat, blasting his gun when he noticed the flailing blood covered arms emerge from the floorboard. It was his brother MIKE T. The gunshot to the neck drained him of life. STARS desperate efforts to keep alive failed and now, MIKE T, was a zombie. The RAPID TISSUE REGENERATION AREA chipped away at MIKE T until he was consumed with a new life. A new desire. A new brain frequency. A new hunger.
MIKE T reached forward and hopped to his feet faster than he had ever done before. STAR opened a barrage of hand to hand combat. LOKEY took notice and leaned leaned further away. Even one strike from her trained hands would cause damage. JOSHUA could hear MIKE T's bones snap at every one of STARS brutal connections. JIG was speechless. Burning tears rose to his eyes, as he watched the second death of his brother. MIKE T. lunged forward, mouth gaping open, snarling and spitting black ooze. STAR grabbed him by the shirt and pulled herself toward him, head butting him. MIKE T's body shot backward. STAR lost grip of his bloody shirt and he fell out the back of the jeep. They all clung to their seats. The gun fire kept coming from the remaining ASMZ van, but the ZFC stopped shooting. They watched MIKE T's body roll violently on the ground. Arms wrapping themselves around his body backwards, and his legs bending and breaking in every different direction, the zombie of MIKE T finally stopped. Returned to its feet. Reached out towards the jeep, and screamed a terrible, hollow, dark and empty scream.
One last shot came from the van of the ASMZ. The driver of the jeep immediately lunged forward, pressing the horn. He had been shot directly in the back of the head. The jeep started to slow, but veered to the left and right with out any control. JIG reached down from his position and tried to grab the wheel, but the jeep hit a random brick, throwing the vehicle completely out of control. Everyone held on tight as the jeep trampled over new bricks, burning wood, and tangled barbwire.
SMASH! They crashed sideways into a wall. As dizzy as she was, STAR hopped out of the back and ran to the driver side of the jeep, pulled out the driver to the ground, and stomped on his neck until a low SNAP was heard. "Cant take any chances." She said.
Climbing out of the mangled jeep, they were sore, but quickly took cover anticipating more gunfire from the ASMZ. And from the objects they hid behind, they looked toward the zombie of MIKE T. The ASMZ van didn't fire their guns any more, just one, gut pulling low hum of a frequency weapon. The ZFC put their hands over their ears and continued to watch. The zombie of MIKE T dropped to its knees as a reaction to the HUM ATTACK. Two ASMZ officers got out with guns drawn. Another came and restrained the zombie and threw it into the back of the van. Then it looked like they were conversing.... They were pointing toward the burning rubble of ETHIOPIA, and shaking their heads back and forth. They got back in the van, sat there a minute and turned around. Disappearing in to the haze of the African heat.
X turned around and put his back on the small barricade he was hiding behind. Catching his breath, he looked to the left. Then the right. Everyone noticed what he did. A giant, 12 foot wall surrounding ETHIOPIA. War torn and partially burning, this wall looked like it was supposed to keep people inside Ethiopia.. or worse, keep people, or zombies out.
After discussing their situation, they decided to stay put and see what the night brought before proceeding into the streets of Ethiopia. The ASMZ didn't turn around out of cowardess. They knew what was behind these tattered walls and didn't want any part of it.
JIG sat alone, shuffling dirt.
JIG. I know you wont get this message for a while, but when you do, remember that I, WE are here for you. Everything MIKE T did was in honor of the human race. I know he wouldn't want you to be upset and to carry on the fight. MIKE T will always be with us, and we WILL win this fight! We mourn with you and we love you brother.