March 23, 2026

We are trapped in this building now; there is no hope of escape. We can only hope we are rescued on time. The others, they think we will make it, I however disagree. I think we are done for.
We are now confined to the top floor, these things are trying to break down the door, it looks sturdy, but I know it will not hold. We are preparing for a last stand. This will probably be my last entry ever, for we are almost out of ammo and only I have a knife and it is only a four inch blade.
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Jones stood looking at that last entry, it disturbed him. He knew why, it wasnt a mystery. He and his troop of ten elite clean up crew if you will, they were not solders. There job was to clean up the mess that the type E virus caused. Most of the time they just got false alarms and so there schedules usually lasted only a week. As soon as he had entered the city he knew this was going to be different. The town had been empty. This diary page, the only page found had confirmed that this was not going to be just another false alarm, this was the real thing.
He just stood there now, as if in a trance, now that they had the real thing on there hands he wasnt entirely sure on how to proceed.
Sir, said one of the ten behind him, he was betting it was Sergeant Viennese who spoke. Shouldnt we inform head quarters of this? Upon turning Jones found it was in fact Privet Sarah who had spoken, it always amazed him how much they sounded alike, they booth however looked almost completely different. Sarah had an easy going, always just out of collage look to her to go along with the fact that she was a red head. Viennese, though half Vietnamese was taller then Sarah, her father was from somewhere in Europe that is all she would say about him.
That was a thought that was going through Joness head; shouldnt they inform head quarters? No not on this one they shouldnt. Or else he and all his crew would be held responsible for how bad things got hear.
It was a decision he would latter regret.

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It is inherent for people to make mistakes,
After all there only human, or are they?
Carol 2019 thoughts on human genetic engineering

Seven years earlier.


The Rain pattered down on the glass of the car windshield, that was typical Washington weather, I thought to my self. The rain didnt cease until he got all the way to the Seattle Tacoma international air port (or SeaTac), where it subsequently stopped. I was already disgruntled by the remarkable stupidity of drivers on I5. Now I waited at the baggage claim for Professor Carol to arrive from DC, where he had been giving a lecture on Human Genetic Engineering. I my self didnt care for the matter, Let them do what they want as long as they dont do it to me. Thats what I say! But whats the use really? Every normal person knows it is going to happen any way, technology is constantly being improved on, a grate example is the hydrogen fuel cell cars. A few years ago when I was still in collage almost no one had any, now they are the only type besides electric and hybrids out there. When they first became a big bang no one really though about the consequences it would have on the environment, in Washington State it now rains all most contently, yet it never snows, same goes four booth sides of the Cascades.
The baggage started to arrive along with people from his fight, though I still couldnt see him. I knew him from collage he was a friend of a friend who I only met maybe four times a month, he wasnt boring or anything it was just that we had no real connection, we had booth sinned up for several different classes, and well things kind of continued on like that for the whole six years I was there.




This post has been edited by Mr.B on May 21, 2005 03:56 am

Carol arrived a little bit after every one else had, that was one thing you could always count on Carol for, being late. I though bitterly, for I was in a worse mood then before. My job was to take Carol to the lab where they are making some kind of new antivirus that is more or less based of gangrene, thats all I know.
We left the way I had arrived, allowing me to marvel yet again at the stupidity of the drivers on I5. I could have sworn that two gigantic RVs where drag racing at speeds of up to 85 mph. (The speed limit of course being about 60 so everyone is going around 70 mph.) There must be a safer or faster way to the lab. I thought, almost speaking it aloud. As if to reflect my disgruntled mood we encountered a thunder storm, it was a particularly violent one. Thunder would come in defining booms, the wind, I saw, was nearly bending the trees to the ground, then all at once the hail started, first it was small but it grew steadily larger until it was the size of marbles. After a little bit more of this we reached the lab, it was still raining, but it was calming down a bit. So we walked in. well actually we walked in after we made it through all the security and cleaning rooms to get any and all contaminants off of us.



This post has been edited by Mr.B on May 21, 2005 03:57 am

Once inside things began to settle down. I showed Carol to the laboratory room 1004 where he was to work. One of the other doctors approached me as I left.
Jones, can I have a word with you. It was stated rather then asked. I was a little curious about what he wanted having never seen him before. I want you to take with you for a few days or weeks, depends on how long it takes. One of our new security recruits recently arrived from Europe. She had an accident there and is, shall we say, had severe surgery.
Just what kind of surgery? I said it a little more harshly then intended, but I couldnt help my self. The way he called us security personnel recruits bugged me, it made it feel like we were supposed to be in an army, or something.
She is a cyborg, her whole left arm is machine and she has had the rest of her left side replaced with organs donated from local.
A cyborg? That was something that rarely happened to a security guard, it usually happened to solders or gangsters, but not to a security guard. Ummm. Okay I guess I could show her the ropes, so to speak.
NO! We want you to renter her into society to see if they can tell the difference between a regular person and her.
What do you got against cyborgs?! There just like you and me! And NO! I will not use any person as a human Guinea Pig!

April 14, 2019,

I have been asked to take Viennese and show her around. She seems to be getting along well with all the others. The only real difficulty we have encountered with her is that when ever she tries to talk to us when we arent looking directly at her she sounds just like Sarah. I and the other boys have had a few laughs from this.
******
Two Years latter

Jones. A voice called from behind me, I recognized it immediately as my new boss Corey. I my superiors have decided to make you and your personnel our, sort of special opps, you see, recently we discovered that the project to create the antivirus E, has failed horribly, those tested started to rot slowly and there body repair systems went into overdrive, and as if this wasnt enough they started to eat everything that had meat and blood.
So what dose that have to do with my change in jobs?
It has been stolen, thats what. We want you to find it and if needed clean it up.
And how exactly do I clean it up? I said just a little sarcastically, he didnt notice, sweat was beginning to break out on his forehead.
If worst comes to worst then, kill all infected. There will be a large number of them mind you. The virus infects all mammals, dont get it in your blood or in a week you will have it to. Without another word he left. So now I am a clean up crew for a particularly nasty virus, I though to my self bitterly.

The next morning we received a lead that it was in LA, we left for there. I was to meet my hole teem at one of the Best Western hotels. We met as planed in the lobby then headed to our room on the fifth floor. The room was actually two rooms that had a door open between them, but the effect was the same as having a big room. Sarah, Viennese, and Kasoa all got the same room wile I and the other guys (including my friend Kane) got the other.
The next morning we sent out to see if the lead was any good, as it turned out it wasnt. Over the next few days and weeks we followed leads all over the place, from Australia to DC, we eventually made it back to Washington state. We went up to a small town in the north western part of Washington. The first thing we noticed was that the place was empty. It had now been five years since we were first assigned to be clean up crew. By now we were down to a total of ten of us. We lost most of our crew to car accidents, shoot outs, and riots in various places.
The wind was begging to pick up. Kane noticed some blood on the side walk, shortly fallowed by and arm. Rats were chewing on the arm, some had red eyes. Something was most definitely wrong with the town.
Ah fuck Whispered Josh. We all knew what he meant.
We went into the first building we found, it just happened to be a nine story building. On the top we found the journal entry.

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Religious fanatics can be useful at times,
They can bring people to gods justice,
Right?
Terik of the light 2025

The Watching


He watched them leave with milled interest, he had more then food on his mind, or else he would have attacked them right then and there. No he wanted to know if they knew a cure for what had been done to him. It was like a voice in the back of his head, a voice he couldnt silence, a voice that made him crave meat and blood. He knew he was slowly rotting away, like so many others had before him. He began to walk away, well no so much walk as limb away, his left leg was slowly turning into jelly, in a month or so he would also.
I bring you to light! he heard someone proclame before his head was blown off by a tweve gauge shot gun. The last though that ever crossed his mind befor it pinted the walls was, OH SHIT! ITS THE PREACHER!!


(hey any one looking at the story feel free to give me feed back now)

This post has been edited by Mr.B on May 22, 2005 07:54 pm

The preacher look at the mess, Another evil doer brought to gods justice. He said with a smile, the shot was still echoing around the buildings, he would camp hear for when the others come to claim the dead.
As the shot continued to reverberate off all the walls Jones and his teem heard it too. Sounds like a twelve gauge to me. said Kane, Jones trusted his judgment.
I think the city is more alive then we originally thought, what do think Jones? Carol commented.
Jones didnt think much about the city, something about the journal entry was bugging him and he couldnt quite figure out what it was. Sir? it was Viennese.
Hm? Jones said, some what at a loss as to the conversation taking place wale he thought. Oh, yes I agree the city is a bit more a live.. Hey did anything about that journal entry we found bug any of you?
What, apart from the gory detail? Maybe that it was the only paged we found, but other then that no not really. Why? Sarah was the one who responded.
Never mind. Jones replied trying desperately trying to push it aside, but it was like a cow and wouldnt budge when you pushed it, it only fell over. They continued inspecting the city. There were no other body parts they found anywhere.
As they approached the inner part of the city they started hearing someone call out, Ah, I see the Angles have finally arrived, Greetings! And welcome to hells out house! Jones and his teem started almost immediately to search for the source of the phantom voice, yet it persisted. Come my friends, you are getting close now!
Stop! ordered Kane, who walked over to one of the sheds in the back yard of a house in the neighborhood they had wandered into. He came out with a maul strapped to his back and handed a different weapon to each member of the teem. Sarah got a machete, I got a Katana, Viennese got a hatchet, and the weapons continued on like that until all ten of us had a weapon that didnt require ammo. From behind us we heard something being dragged; we turned and found our first victim of the type E virus.

(hey i know i forgot to mention this on the title part but this story was inspired by Mr.Chace )

Well, I love the style. Sort of like a personal survival journal. I love it, and I'd really like to see more. And why the hell am I the ONLY one replying...?

the only reason i have heard so far is they don't want to interupt the story

He looked up, not quite able to focus on the people he was facing. They werent supposed to be hear. He would have to let the others know the preacher was leading them somewhere. He turned and began to lurch away, fighting the urge the infection gave him to turn around and tear them to pieces. He managed to take two steps with his limping right leg, before it gave out collapsing in a pile of gue. Kane was the fastest to react to the victim by spreading his brains all across the pavement.
Rule one, Kane said, always react to these things fast, even if they turn around. Most of us couldnt see the harm in letting them leave us alone, but Kane obviously did. Do not let them report our position to others, though infected they are still human by nature and will conspire to get the most out of a prey.
Why do my children delay? Soon night will be upon us, you must find shelter! the mysterious voice continued.
I wish he would just shut up for a little bit Davis muttered bitterly under his breath.. Shelter; that reminded Jones of the diary entry, what was it that was so disturbing about it? He kept thinking to himself, until suddenly it hit him like a pillow rapped around an angry Rhino. The date was wrong, in fact it was several years and a month wrong. When he told this to his other colleagues they thought nothing of it, despite its importance. The headed for a near by house and found it to be empty. Now was the time Jones decided to call in the problem.


(i'll get back to first person in section 3 )

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I like fire, do you like fire?
Course you do. We all do.
Scorch 2025


The flames licked the dry wood sending searing flames up the side of the wall. The smell of burning wood and flesh stung pleasantly at my nose. Those poor souls who got infected shall feel no more pain. Thats what I though to my self to ease my guilt for ending so many lives. Funny thing about ending lives, if you end only one it haunts you for all eternity, you end about fifty, and you barely care. I am Scorch, or at least thats my nickname. Few remember my real name, no point in reminding them either. If I was a character in Fahrenheit 451 I would be known as a fire man, except I burn infected buildings not books.
There was a barking sound to my right, when I turned there was a dog, I wouldnt put anything close to that dog, its red eyes gave it away as being infected. The dog continued to bark and slowly move forwards, I did not see the other one until it bit the back of my leg. I had had enough of this. With my finger on the trigger I burned them booth to ashes and dust.
Dam. I said under my breath, one week to get as much as I can done, there is no known cure. So I called up Joneses teem. Hey guys, Scorch is coming.
Why the hell did they send you? it was probably Carol talking, that in its self was unusual. There were gunshots in the background, I could hear it over the static.
Where are you guys? Sounds like your in a fight.
We are in a house about five houses in from the entrance to the Golden year neighbor hood.
Right al be right over, over and out. So that was it all I had to do was make it over there in time, get us out and the place is glass. Easier said then done.

The sky was growing dark, I knew it was my fault for burning all toughs buildings and blocking out the setting sun in a dark cloud of ash. It reminded me of a poem I read a few years ago.

The sky is darkening,
All is quiet,
Shadows crawl as assassins in the night,
Death climes all,
In a nightly calm slumber.

Till death do us part,
Are the wedding vows,
Worthless yet they are.

A sound fills the dead night,
Rising until it becomes a screech,
Agony is in that last gasp of death,
The shadows move away to reveal,
A lifeless, soulless shell,
Cursed to forever wander the earth,
In search of its maker.

Harry Bechtold 2005

I never really got that poem, though I was feeling its meaning now, quiet dark streets filled with infected people who Midas well be Zombies.
Five more minutes and the sun goes down. I heard a gun shot off to my right, sounded like a twelve gauge shotgun; I decided to go and investigate.
I bring light into your dark world of hell! declared the one with a shotgun, he was busy shooting a at least forty infected people. Darkness awakened in your soul, and he shot another two, now I send you to Gods judgment. He continued to kill them. I finally decided to help out and torched the remaining ones before pulling out my pistol and shooting them down. Strange, I thought, they dont feel any pain when torched. we hadnt gotten them all yet but he showed his friendship by not shooting me instead he just said, Ah! Another believer I see! Welcome friend.
I wasnt about to argue that I didnt have a religion, more were coming as the sun went down. This was going to take awhile.

um are you gonna continue or are you gonna stay *insert sarcastic remark here*

Yea i am going to continue it's just been taking me awile on the next one.