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!!




1 comment:

  1. 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 ZMC may succeed. The ZMC 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. How the master controls is defined by intentions. What are yours for finding all of the EPHODs? 38°

    King Solomon, wise as he once was, wanted to teach a soldier in his guard a lesson. A ring, he said, find it within six months. It has the power to make a happy man sad. A sad man happy. Find it. Or face severe punishment. 44'

    The guard searched all the lands. The months passed. Knowing he he had nothing to lose, found a junk man. He described the ring, having this power. The junk man thought awhile, got a plain ring, and made a small inscription. He showed it to the guard, read the inscription, and nodded. He took this ring to a smiling King Solomon, believing punishment would soon befall this guard as he had intended. The king asked for the ring as the ministers, heathens all, laughed. The guard, Benaiah, humbled by the search, gave the ring to King Solomon. Upon reading it, the king's smile turned to a frown. The ring had its power, inded. He wore this ring beside his other ring. The inscription? Gam ze h ya'avor. "This too shall pass" - E -

    Duality. be mindful those you send searching. Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Do you deserve to find the EPHODs? Do they? This is the answer to what began this. Power. Your EPHODs give power. Ever drive by tall power lines, rOttEn EddIE? Do you hear a hum? The fears of the common man on electromagnetic energy? Some say it causes cancer. Anything that has power can be harnessed, EddIE rOttEn. Take away power from others, you can see what you really have. Concentrate electricity, maybe, you can control synapse.



    We are anonymous, EddIE rOttEn. We are A no-name us

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