Sorry, sorry… I haven’t been able to be around for a few days. But, these dreams, no nightmares have been eating me alive. I don’t know where it’s coming from; I have no kids. Yet, this boy, if you can call him that with his rotten flesh and railroad-spiked teeth, comes to me screaming he’s hungry. Between his screams and cries, I struggle to sleep, let alone, do any research on the infestation or the Man of the Cloth.
On a positive (at least I think) note, I did receive an email from my friend Mark (you know the writer). He was telling me, well, just read it for yourself…
Malachi,
I hope your research in Summit View is coming along smoothly. I wanted to drop you a line because I saw something that you may enjoy. When I was down at Monsterfest 14 on Saturday, I found what could have been a survivor of the accounts you made public in After the Static. In fact, she was holding a copy of the book along with her baby.
What if the contamination spread? Could the United Nations have missed some of the infected? I don’t know, but it was just a touch odd and I figured that you would like to know.
Message me when you get a chance and let me know of any new findings. I am really interested in the results of your research.
- - Mark
Could it be, could one of the infected have escaped the city? Oh God, I don’t know, I was sure all of the survivors were tested for remnants of the virus. Shit, I may have to head back to the clinic to see if they have ever heard anything about the infection spreading. Of course, they often deny that event ever took place. I know the government has them silenced, funny how that seems to always happen after a tragedy. Just pay attention to the news cycles, the stories seem to always die down extremely fast after the initial outrage, that way people don't dig for the truth...
Damn, I hate the clinic. I hear enough screaming in my sleep, I don’t need to hear them when I am awake.
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