Sunday, November 29, 2015

Welcome to Southaven (Tree John)

WELCOME TO SOUTHAVEN CONTINUED (Tree John)
                NOVEMBER 29TH, 2015

                I’ve checked the generators, the walkies, the weapons, the food and water, the batteries, the condom stock, the clothes, the fuel supply, the ammo, the toiletries, and every lookout tower in Southaven. I didn’t get to sit with my brothers and sisters during the assembly. I never do. In the year or so that I’ve been here, my job has been a basic care taker of all of Southaven. Gavin…. Our fearless leader has taken me under his wing…. For some reason. I have been in communication with people on the outside the walls, and know that for the most part…. We are ready. Tonight is our final meeting on the matter. However, until we leave the safety of Southaven, I will continue to push the decision makers here, to grow more trees. My children will need things to climb when it’s all over. I’m almost to Cain’s Camp. His tent is the biggest in Southaven. There are a few buildings where we store supplies and where some of the children play, but for raw living, we always go to Cain’s Camp. It’s just more fun. Sweet. I hear Christmas music. Hopefully my next post won’t be so short… Still getting the hang of posting after a year. This is Tree John
KILL’EM ALL

Welcome to Southaven (Mock)

WELCOME TO SOUTHAVEN CONTINUED (Mock)
                NOVEMBER 29TH, 2015


                There better be beer at this party.

Welcome to Southaven (Paul)

WELCOME TO SOUTHAVEN CONTINUED (Paul)
                NOVEMBER 29TH, 2015

                We just left the assembly. Gavin Stone sounded more like a preacher than a leader. Oh, it’s Paul. Most people call me Workman now, I don’t mind. I’ve changed in many ways. I’m walking to Cain’s Camp like most other ZFC right now. It’s getting dark, and I just wanted to take a few minutes to explain some things. It’s been a year, give or take a few weeks…. I think. We have gone dark, meaning.. none of us have posted any thoughts. There are plans that we are talking about. We are to infiltrate Reeducation, shut down the ASMZ and stop the takeover of our planet. We are on a new and secure line thanks to Professor Stevens and Doc. Doc was a sound engineer an editor before the fall, which I’m sure we’ll talk about tonight in Cain’s tent. Our posts are protected so the ASMZ or anyone else outside our circle can read them. We are all cold and hungry. We get food but in rations. Depending where you are, you might already know about the ARM Programs zeppelins that drop supplies off just outside the walls of Southaven. Gavin Stone sends us out to get them. Sometimes we don’t all return. Last month, some of Gavin’s own were attacked by an Uzzah. A food run turned into the zombification of these men. They returned with no arms. Their eyes were dark and furious. They howled at the walls of Southaven liked they belonged there. Dry and sputtering bellows came from their throats. Their wives and children stood in the tower, looking down as they bled out in the dirt, finally to be shot by a guard. It was sad. Even sadder is that they were sent back to Southaven as reminders of the horrors outside the walls, and that there seems to be no escaping the wrath of the ASMZ. The Uzzah has become a common word among the ZFC lately. They seem to be the biggest threat posing us at the moment. Breeching the walls of Reeducation will be harder with giant flesh eating beasts that float on slabs of alien technology in our way. At any rate, I’m here. Cain’s Camp is quiet. There is Christmas music playing….. Somewhere. It’s nice. I’ll check back in after the meeting, maybe tomorrow..
This is Paul.

KILL’EM ALL

Welcome to Southaven (Jessie)

WELCOME TO SOUTHAVEN CONTINUED (Jessie)
                NOVEMBER 29TH, 2015

                It’s Jessie. It’s going to be weird posting again after so long. So much has happened. Right now, I’m walking to Cain’s Camp. It’s been a year. Southaven has been our home. And at some point, I’m sure someone will post everything that has happened between. But for now, I’ll fill you in. We’re fucked. Inside one year, the ASMZ has taken over the entire globe. Not sure how, either it be by media, military, taking over the banking system…. Shit who knows. I just thought taking over a planet would take longer. Southaven is safe for the most part, but we still have to scavenge for food and water, which is BULLSHIT, because we can literally see the walls of Reeducation and a few small Drone Cities from here. You can see more at night but..

Sorry… fuckin fly flew up my mouth…

Anyway, yea. You can see more at night. The ARM Program has some zeppelins that drops off food and water sometimes. They are just teasing us with that shit. We have to fight for fuel and power out here and there they sit with everything all perfect, like it used to be. It would be fine if they dropped supplies off a little closer to us, but we have to go outside where all the zombies are to get that shit. And it’s not just zombies anymore. We deal with drones, zombies, punk ass humans trying to steal our shit, and these odd creatures called Uzzah. I think the government made them but who knows…  Apparently, the ASMZ has been working on zombie farms since 2011, and there are literally millions of zombies surrounding Reeducation and the Drone Cities. The Gypsy group has bounty hunters though. Some of them are really good, and can move around at night outside the shitty walls of Southaven. Mock is one of the best. He says that any one of the Drone Cities, sends tiny drones out to monitor us when we go retrieve supplies when the zeppelins drop them. And that the people of Reeducation watch it… like a fuckin tv show! Like a fuckin reality tv show! Makes me fucking sick. Fuck them. But you know what? The Gate Event is coming, and we have plans. Reeducation won’t be the only ones with power this fucking Christmas. I’m walking up on Cain’s Camp now. It’s like its own village inside Southaven. There are dirt roads and tents up all over the place. Sucks pretty bad when it rains, but right now it’s just cold as fuck. There are small Christmas lights up. Someone is playing Christmas music quietly.. I can hear it. The weirdest thing is the str….

UGH…Sorry…fuckin flies are driving me nuts!

Yea, but what’s weird, is the street signs. Every time Mock comes back from doing a supply run, he comes back with these weird street signs. I can’t even make out what they say. Some kind of weird writing. Looks like Egyptian Hieroglyphics but I don’t know… Mocks a crazy mother, I just let him do what he’s gonna do. His gold teeth have always given me the willies. And why he never bathes? Dayum he’s a stinky one. I can’t complain though. That crazy ass gets shit done..  O.k. I’m coming up on Cain’s tent here. Thanks for listening….whoever the fuck you are ;)

This is Jess.

WELCOME TO SOUTHAVEN

WELCOME TO SOUTHAVEN
                November 29th, 2015

                Professor Stevens here. We are all here. The assembly will be starting soon, and I will transcribe as much as possible. The arena is large. There are many seats, and many of them are full of survivors…. Or civilians as the founder of Southaven calls them. I know I haven’t properly introduced myself to this historical log. I am Professor Stevens. Student of Lord Micah, who was the creator of a frequency weapon we still use to this day, although it is modified as I see fit. I am in close relation with the Gypsy Group and the ZFC. And I bare allegiance to them, and against the ASMZ, Canary, the ARM Program, and any other tyrannical entity hell bent on population control and human modification. Having said that, it’s been a year or more since a post was published. There are people many of you might not know, but will. We are now waiting for an assembly to start. The founder, GAVIN STONE will be speaking. For those reading and just finding us, try to keep up. Much has changed. Oh, he’s walking on the stage. I will begin transcribing in 3…..2…..1….

                “People of Southaven. Over the last few years, we have grown in size, and in strength. Since our humble beginnings in Georgia, we have encountered many obstacles, and have endured many trials to ensure our survival. The world ignored the signs, but we were prepared. And now, now there is another obstacle. As most of you know, Reeducation cities are popping up all over the United States. The ASMZ is the new world government, leader of all military action and their laws are suffocating those of us who believe in honesty, morality, integrity……everything… Their agenda has born new groups. The Canary Group, who has moved from cleaning up zombies to becoming the leader of foreign affairs and management of every Drone City across America. The ARM, or the AMERICAN REST METHOD, who has merged from a legal suicide program to the leader in health care across the globe. Also in charge of the FDA, and who originally implemented food rationing, ultimately starving out millions of people across the world, shrouded in conspiracy and evil.
                These things are what we deal with on a daily basis. Now, as to not confuse the people of Reeducation or any Drone city, we are left alone for the most part. If they send a deliberate military attack on us here in Southaven, they would most certainly have to explain their actions to their citizens. So, a slow and diabolical execution of the people of Southaven has been introduced.
                I, GAVIN STONE, by the power and authority of Southaven law, in which I myself implemented in 2011, forbid any of you, the citizens of Southaven to take advantage of THE GATE event that Austin Reeducation is holding…”


                …Gavin Stone continued for an hour or more. I could tell that people were falling asleep. The audio coming from the stage wasn't that great. The echo from his voice was blurring his words together. But in short, he doesn't want us to take part in the Gate Event. The ASMZ works with Reeducation cities and Drone cities to host an event where people on the outside the walls of Reeducation or Drone cities, have a chance to fight their way in to experience ARM Programs Rest Method. It’s truly the most morbid, disgusting act of human behavior on display. People fighting for a chance to kill themselves. The only thing remotely close, was the mass killings of people stomped and trampled to death in the rush of Black Friday. Which again, is hosted by the ASMZ. Those of us in Southaven know what work the media puts into mass hypnosis, making things seem more important than safety, family, etc. I don’t know anyone personally planning on taking part of The Gate event, but until now it’s been open for anyone who wants it. Our leader Gavin Stone means well, but saying that he forbids anyone from taking part doesn't change anything. The idea has been made into a fantastic journey. End your life the way you want to, is what the ASMZ says. But….. The arena is emptying out now, and our team is quietly exiting too. We are a large team now. We have a meeting in a place called Cain’s Camp later this evening. He seems to have quite the loyal following. He is to be speaking tonight about a retaliation. There are supposed to be some old ZFC reintroduced to the clan as well. For starters, STAR, and LOKEY will be attending. Until tonight, this is Professor Stevens.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

EXODUS CONTINUED

EXODUS CONTINUED
                December 26th, 2013

                Hey it’s Tree. I remember Christmas back home. It was cold, like it is here. I can’t believe it’s been a year… or so since I entered the states. Yesterday Paul said he posted on the ZFC server. I agreed to pick up where he left off. I know this data is hacked by the ASMZ. So if you’re with them and reading this, Fuck you. Now… let’s see. I didn’t read what he posted, but I’ll start with the Gypsy Group.
                Luna grabbed us both by the hair and we all squatted down in the dark. The trees were damp, probably from the night air of Louisiana, but who knows. I listen to the death an destruction coming from the inside of the hospital. A voice behind me kept saying, “They are so fucked. They are so fucked.” “Ssshhhh!” Luna demanded quietly. Crouched down in the trees, I quietly looked around at the company that reached out and took us out of sight.
                I saw the two Reds, they were behind me. There was Pup, who was really fucked up from being thrown out a stained glass window. And he was being bandaged up in the dark by a girl named Jessi. Who we didn’t know then but do now. There was Luna, who the last time we saw, we were naked and near death, and there as a new mate named Stevens. He was rummaging through a duffel bag quickly. He was taller than any of us, even the Reds. It was dark, and I wanted to notice him more, but my eye was on the sky. I’m sure Paul explained it better, but there were loud claps from the sky. With each clap, we saw space ships. At least, that’s what my mind said they were. I don’t know what they were really, but they looked like fucking space ships.
                “Do you have it?” Luna turned and said to Stevens, never taking her eye off the front door of the hospital. “Yes, it’s ready.” Stevens stood up with a peculiar box that he held with one hand. “Please cover your ears people.” Steven whispered loudly, and stepped around us, out of the safety and cover of the trees, toward the front of the hospital. Between us and the 3 floating slabs of whatever the fuck they are, Stevens held his hands out and screamed the word, “UUUUUUZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
                We watched as zombies by the dozen slowly trip and moan their way toward Stevens. Hissing and growling, the zombies reached out toward the words of Stevens. I wasn’t sure why he was doing it, but he seemed to be baiting the fucking zombies toward him. Black oozing blood poured from every hole in the zombies as they made their way across the hospital grounds. Some spitting and sputtering until blood squirted violently from every pore of the zombie. Stevens cried out several more times, “UUUUZZZZZAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” More and more zombies came, now from the trees and through the windows leading to the basement of the old hospital. “Hurry!” Screamed Luna. She stood and yelled again. “DO IT!!”
                Stevens nodded. He reached into his pocket and grabbed what looked like ear plugs, held out the black box that he held in the palm of his hand, and much like a remote for a television, he pushed a button. A high pierced sound entered my head, and dropped me to the floor of the damp woods. I put my hands over my ears and it helped a bit, but not much. Stevens stood there with his finger on a button, and he was saying something to us, but I’ll never know what it was. I could just see him screaming to Luna. Then, the high pitched sound went away, leaving the winding and twisting sounds of the hum, then…BOOM!
                A clap echoed through the trees, coming from Stevens little black box. Every single zombie that was lumbering its way to get to us either disintegrated, or was lifted and thrown through the air, splattering themselves on the face of the hospital. Bodies of the dead were shredded in mid-air. Jaws ripped from the face, ribs torn from the body, and guts flailing themselves, twisting around the 3 slabs of black whatever the fuck they are, that still floated motionless in the crack of the device that Stevens held.
                I was speechless. I looked around and noticed I was standing. We were all standing, and watching. The claps in the sky revealed the fainting image of what I still think were space ships. And out from the doorway of the hospital, crawled the bodies of 3 giant zombie like creatures. They hunched and dug their slimy black fingers into the ground, and howled into the woods where we were. One of them began to charge, but was held back by another. They looked at us, directly at us. Their eyes were black. Emotionless. Empty. Horrifying.
                Stevens screamed into the woods where we stood in awe. “IT WON’T CHARGE! ITS NOT CHARGING GODDAMMIT!!” He looked frightened and a Luna grabbed us to retreat. We all thought the beasts would attack and kill us, the last surviving members of the Gypsy Group. Stevens was obviously trying to use his device again, hoping to destroy the demon zombies. But they weren’t there to be destroyed. They crawled onto their slabs and sat on chairs that rose up out of fucking nowhere, some walls came up on the sides and roof around them and they fucking disappeared! Gone!
                I still can’t explain that one, but that’s exactly what happened. The claps and humming from the sky stopped. No more big ass spaceships for me to look at, and no more zombies trying to attack us.
                Luna left the group, and approached Stevens, who stood there facing a blood bath of zombies. I heard her say under her breath, “You gotta get that fixed, okay?” Stevens nodded yes. Luna waved us out of the trees and gave us council.
                “This is the first we’ve seen of the new world. This is the first we’ve seen of the giant zombie, and this is the first we’ve seen of the merge of realities. But, this is also the first we’ve seen of Professor Stevens Frequency weapon. Our mission has changed from just surviving, to taking back our planet…. Or leaving it.”
                Paul and I looked at each other in total disbelief. The other Gypsy Group members listened without question in their mind, and without the disbelief Paul and I had. She continued.
                “Inside, we will find, our family and our friends. Our brothers and sisters. They are likely all dead. But we must make it to the basement, grab our tools and our belongings, our bags and what food we can carry, and make it quickly to Southaven. I have faith we will be met there by many more of our friends and family. I know that we have had losses, and that we are weak and that for some of us, our faith is being tried.”
                She looked right at Paul and me.
                “But, like the books say, WE FIGHT AS ONE, UNTIL THERE ARE NONE! So, let’s get our things, and go.”
                Why weren’t the spaceships in the sky even brought up? Why weren’t we able to stay and grab more food and supplies? And who was this Stevens guy? What was that device he had? I had many questions. Now? Well, now we are in Southaven, and my questions have been answered. We purposefully left a bag with information containing profiles of every Gypsy Group member that made it out alive, along with a map leading to Southaven. We also left two Gypsy Group members. Pup and Jessie. They were told to stay behind and wait for the last of the few that were meant to be here.
                Before I get off, I want to say that we are still not safe. Southaven is a safe house, but no one is safe anymore. Luna introduced herself as the leader of the Gypsies. She warned us about the true threat of the ASMZ and who works with them like the Canary Group and the ARM program. I’m sure we will all go through a formal introduction after everyone is here. But we wanted to explain the exodus of the Gypsies from the hospital for historical purposes. Soon, we are supposed to go dark.
                We don’t want the ASMZ or anyone else to track our position or plans for the future, so we were told to stop publishing our posts on these tablets we were given. For one year. All of our information will be recorded, just not published. The next time you hear from us, will be a year from now, in 2015. Wish us luck.
                 I too am tired now. I need to sleep. There is word of new members coming to Southaven, and we are excited. There are no Trees here to climb, so I feel alone. Maybe one day, we can plant some.
                This is Tree John. 

EXODUS

EXODUS
                December 25th, 2013

                This is Paul. I am weak, but I must post before it goes dark. My last entry was over a month ago… I think. My mind has changed from what it was before. I don’t know if it’s my new environment, the humming from the sky or just pure exhaustion. However, I will report. Please bear with me, as this might all seem a bit confusing.
                The hospital. The hospital was where I reported last. I think I left off where Tree John and I were going through some sort of initiation for the Gypsy Group. We briefly met an odd fellow who bore a hat with floppy bunny ears. His name is Pup. He’s not with us now, but he helped us escape the hospital. Our initiation was interrupted by a hum attack. They were fairly new to me, not anymore, but then, they were. The hum came while we were navigating our way through the underground hallways of the hospital. I remember being out of breath, placing my hands on the wall and stretching my back before our next challenge. That’s when the hum came. Pup, who was guiding us along looked worried. “That’s a new one.” He said. His eyes glassed over and we were all forced to put our hands over our ears. A loud hum vibrated the walls and floor. Harsh bangs, and muffled screams came from the floors above us and we ran for some sort of cover as the fluorescent lights began to shake themselves from the ceiling. It felt like we were experiencing an earthquake. “We have to get out!” Pup screamed, and led us to a door that led us toward the outside. Inside the hum, there were pops and twisting, metallic sounds. They were driving me insane. Tree John, who was always short for words fell several times while running. Holding your ears and paying attention to Pup’s lead was getting harder and harder. Finally, a trap door opened from the floor of the main lobby into the hospital. As soon as Pup opened the door, a shimmering black, and massive hand wrapped itself around his neck, picking him up and away from us. I could only watch, and witness. A large figure, probably 8 or 9 feet tall ripped Pup away from us and slung his body across the room, and out a large stained glass window. There was lightning and whirling wind outside, and I could see what was supposed to be the end of our lives. “NOOOOOOOO!!!” I screamed out. The beast reached into the trap door and snatched at us. Its fingers were long and pencil like with fingernails that were chipped and razor sharp. “FOUL BEASTS!” The creature screamed out. Tree John and I dodged and held our footing on the steep steps that lead upward to the floor of the hospital lobby.
                The creatures hand quickly pulled out and away from us, giving us opportunity to look out and plan a better escape. What we saw, I will never forget. And, I am not comfortable reporting. But this is the only way. I peered out to see not one, but 3 giant beasts tearing through the hospital. People were scattering and screaming everywhere. All Gypsy Group members I presumed. Several at a time were scooped up and pulled apart right before my eyes. Loud hums came, making it hard for me to focus on our escape. Tree John ran ahead of me, pulled my shirt to follow, and we exited the trap door. The giant beings were only part of the destruction. Tree John and I ran. A lower torso slammed into my back, pushing me to the floor and I slid on the blood of the dead. I looked up to notice horde after horde of black blood oozing zombies. They were pouring in from the doorways and windows of the hospital. Screaming and crying, the remainder of the Gypsy Group tried hard to escape. I saw men, woman, and child smash against the concrete walls of the hospital with every scream let loose from the giant beasts. They had a power that pushed and pulled with every inhale and exhale. I was in way over my head, and I became very afraid. Still on the floor, I slipped on the ooze and slime of the dead. I reached for Tree John and he grabbed my wrist. “LET’S GO LET’S GO!” Tree John screamed to me. We ran for an opening through the front of the hospital. A large hole leading to the outside, gave me perception of the battle I was in. I was covered in filth and slime. We ran out of the hospital and Tree John tripped over the body of Pup, who was moving. Tree John, instinctively thought Pup had turned zombie, and bent down to crush his head on the stone steps. “Wait, wait!” Pup cried out. “Look!”
                My vision blurred. The humming from the sky and the screaming from the beasts and moans from the hordes of zombies made me start to lose my reality. Or so I thought. The ‘pops’ that I heard in the dark hallways underneath the hospital came back.  Pup pointed upward, towards the sky. Beyond the humming, there were pops. Pops that randomly…. Popped. And when they did, through the twisting clouds and greyness of the sky appeared to be large, dark, but translucent objects. After the first pop, I saw what looked like a giant zeppelin shaped ship. Then it was gone after one or two seconds. I looked at Tree John, who still had his hand on the hat of Pup. We grabbed each other and ran toward the trees. Another oddity became part of my new reality as well. As we fled toward the trees, I saw 3 floating slabs of blackness. They were several feet off the ground, seemingly serving no purpose at all. But they were floating. With every grinding hum coming from the sky, also came a loud pop. And again, we looked up to briefly see a giant, ship like object hovering over us. I was scared and confused. Looking back to the hospital, zombies slowly shuffled out chewing on intestines, holding and eating heads like a sloppy watermelon. Several hands reached out from the trees and pulled us in to the darkness.
                I need to rest now, but Tree John as offered to finish. Tomorrow we have a meeting with everyone here at Southaven. We’ll keep everyone reading, up to speed.

                Until then, this is Paul. Kill’em All.