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