Good afternoon. I’m glad to back at it today, and I feel a buzz that I haven’t felt in some time. I am excited to continue on, there is so much to talk about and histories to be told. Plus, on a positive note, this makes two days without the voices. As I was cleaning my desk and organizing the piles of notes and materials, I had an SD Card fall onto the bureau. To my surprise, it was a single account from a poor soul detached from the city. How I got it, I’m not sure. But now I have it and feel this would be a nice change of pace. While this account does not connect to our core group, this story deserves to be told. However, be warned, this one does not end well (for anyone).
There they were, turning the corner. The couple never saw the peril they were about to face. Out of breath, running, you could tell that something wasn’t right, but they pushed forward blind toward the repugnant horde. I should have yelled, or warned them about their potential fate, but couldn’t at that moment. The fear had me terrified, it was my life that was important, and I had to do what was right for me. In my mind, their sacrifice could only work in my favor.
They turned the corner, and soon the unnatural darkness drowned their realities. They could see the shadows begin to stalk their every move. A frozen, almost petrified, look overtook their faces. It was clear that they realized that cutting through the alley may have been a huge mistake.
“Brittany, what should we do?” I heard him yell as their sprint turned into a crawl toward the lights that sat off in the distance. “Where are these freaks coming from?”
There, in the moonlight, the faint outline of the throng of undead rose through the mist. The sounds of silence shattered by the echoing cadence of moans breaking the crisp night air, the couple stood paralyzed as the shadows turned to rotting flesh. Maybe these brutes were once human, but now, mortality was a distant memory.
Brittany glanced down the hill toward Carson Street, “Mike, I do not see an escape, we are trapped here with these dreadful things.”
“Sadly, we cannot wait, Brittany,” the man said, “We must try to escape, we cannot hide. There is no shelter.”
In that moment of pause, the ungodly mass of creatures moved in to feast upon the flesh of the couple, their screams for assistance drowned by the irritating sound of meat being torn apart. I stood, unable to move; all I could think about was my survival as the bodies were torn limb from limb. I prayed that they did not see me hiding in the dark.
What’s that rancid smell? It can’t be! No……..
WOW, I tried to articulate and transcribe everything that was being said, but that was hard. This video was extremely hard to watch. In fact, I had to turn it off multiple times. If I missed something, I apologize,
This account was devastating. I feel sorry for that man and what he endured. I couldn’t imagine standing there as this took place. Plus, how the hell could he have the resolve to record it. Call me what you will, but I value you my life, and if I am not armed, I will do whatever it takes to survive, even if that means run away.
Unfortunately, being unarmed is something that I am becoming accustomed to. Fuck you Obama; anxiety is something we all suffer from. If we don’t have anxiety, then there is something wrong with us, or we are not human. In your case, you may not be. Still, fear should not prevent me from owning a gun! Oh, that’s right, I am not one of your sheep, I have a brain and can think.
Things are looking up though. With a new president in office, maybe soon these bullshit regulations will be revoked, and the overwhelming amounts of oppression will finally come to an end. Now that you’re gone, we can truly take our country back from the governmental controls and live as we see fit. The process has started, but there is still more work to be done.
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