by Mark Mihalko
IV
Burning buildings, what the hell? We never even entertained the thought of inflicting such damage to our enemies during the war. We tried to minimize casualties as much as possible, especially innocent civilians. Now, I do understand that some of these techniques were used in Korea and Vietnam, but that was a different age with much different technology. Insanity, it is just insanity, although, it does make sense in some ways if the United Nations are involved. Think about what I mentioned earlier about Monsanto and the globalist agenda. The secret shadow government will sink to any depth to reach their population control goals.
As I have said many times, people need to know what their government is involved with and the amount of danger we face on a daily basis as long as the global cabal are pulling strings with the establishment factions inside Washington DC. Incredibly, I can relate to the globalists’ desire to meet a goal or deadline. I want to finish this project, and I promise I won’t let anything stop me from reaching that goal. At least it seems like I have distanced myself from the visions and voices that were tormenting me early in this endeavor, now it should be clear sailing.
Look at the time. It has been three hours since I got home and started working, and still, nothing from Natalie. I hope she is all right. Maybe I will break down and call her after another entry. Yeah, I think that sounds like a perfect plan.
(Click) I still cannot fathom what has happened to me. Just a few days ago, I felt alive. Today, I just don’t know. I stand, I smell, and I touch, but everything is different. What is the disease that ravages my body? With every step, I can hear the faint crackle of my withering bones as they begin to disintegrate from this unforgiving poison devouring my body. Am I human still, I feel no pain. Is there anything I can do to free myself or make you want me again?
As I cross this desolate field, tears of loneliness flow from my empty heart. All that can be seen is a weird creature in search of flesh. No one understands the anguish or the memories of happiness. No one can see that my beloved companion eludes me, or let alone acknowledge my soul. No one cares if I have feelings, or if my sanity wavers inside this rotting host. I did not ask for this. I don’t want to be a monster. I want to wake from this nightmare and be by your side.
Still, with every step I take, these strange cravings build inside my entrails. My mind remains consumed by the thought of your pale skin lying next to mine. I want to feel you near, but deep down I know the harsh reality that awaits me. You could never embrace what I have become, and our love will be forever forbidden inside this harsh world.
The eyes, stop, no, the eyes, why must they torment me? Why are they fixated on only you? I can sense there are others nearby; their screams echo as the howling winds of misery grow. I don’t want to consume them; I only want to consummate us. Gabrielle, I pray that you will eventually forgive my immoral deeds and one day embrace my darkened soul. (Click)
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What love, I wish I could feel love like that again. Who knows, perhaps someday it will happen. What, is that my phone? Could that finally be Natalie? I will keep you informed.
Chapter Twenty
“Remember therefore from whence thou art fallen, and repent…”
November 9
Sorry, I didn't return last night, but I couldn't muster the energy. I was so excited when my phone rang; that the disappointment that I felt when I discovered it wasn't Natalie devastated me. I should have been excited; it was the lawyers' office reminding me that I had an appointment concerning Renae’s estate. Unfortunately, my prayers weren't answered, and I wasn't able to hear her voice. I even broke down and tried to call, and her phone went straight to voicemail.
It is so strange; no one has seen her since our date. I sure hope she is all right. I even stopped by the coffee shop she hangs out in this morning, and guess what, none of the regulars had a clue to her whereabouts. They all figured that she had come down with that nasty flu that is going around. I will say that I found her coat next to the couch as I cleaned today, so maybe she was feeling a bit feverish when she left the other night. Hopefully, that's the case, and she is just at home lying in bed.
I don’t know, should I run past her apartment and check on her? Possibly, bring her some chicken soup? No, not yet. I will just try to call her again later if I don’t hear from her. Yes, the flu, that has to be it. Our date went too well for me to be overly concerned; plus, there is no way she would write me off after just one night, we have become close friends and great partners during the group sessions. She is such a positive person, she may decide to turn her back on our relationship, but she would never do that to the group.
Enough about that, I found some interesting data earlier today. On my way home after visiting the clinic, I swung by the courthouse to see if I could find some information. As I was thinking the other night, it dawned on me that the local budget is in public domain and we have the ability to inspect it at any time. I wanted to check it and dissect the purchases made by our law enforcement agencies over the past decade. This report could give me the evidence that could connect that armored battalion to our local authorities. Guess what? I found absolutely nothing that came close to the purchase of this type of vehicle.
That does not mean I didn’t find anything. While I didn’t find any specific data for our specific district, I did find an interesting receipt of transfer for multiple police utility vehicles between our police department and a rural community to the south, Summit View. Ironically, this transfer occurred only days after the outbreak. You can verify this for yourself, as I will pot copies of all of these documents on the blog.
Of course, these questions beg the question, why Summit View? There is nothing there. I was out that way a few months ago, and all I found was the remnants of a dying community with almost as many bars and churches as citizens. Trust me, Scotereo’s war on coal has taken a huge toll on this town, and it doesn’t appear to be a community in need of multiple police utility vehicles. Hell, they barely need a police car.
As of now, I plan to make a trip down to their courthouse in a couple of weeks to see what I can find. I guess with the combination of their rural location and their proximity to some major highways that connect Pennsylvania and West Virginia. This could be a prime location for the government to hide a FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency) Reeducation Center. With the devastating opioid pandemic plaguing our area, the actual purpose of one of these camps can be disguised.
Sorry if I seem to be rambling again, but I am apprehensive about Natalie. For my entire life when I forced into a difficult time, I tend to throw myself into some project to help prevent my mind from becoming cloudy. What isn’t cloudy though are the visions of pain and anguish suffered by those I am outlining in this manuscript. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.
Speaking of anguish, I wonder if our religious leader has cleansed any sinners since we last met.
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As Samael yawns and Prometheus smiles,
The eternal breath of forgiveness draws near.
For through the blood, and a defiled canal,
The lone flick of salvation stirs,
And the souls of Legion cry out.
(The Revelation of Moloch 10.1)
Can you smell the heavenly scent of sin? It surrounds us and fuels our pilgrimage within the depths of depravity. As told by Thy Father, who spoke to the angels as the mortal's shook, our time for deliverance draws near.
As I walk beside you, I am humbled by your deeds. Through your touch, many blasphemers have found their way to the light. And inside that light, they have become one with Thy Fathers' Wisdom. Yes, the nation of sinners may rise against us, but we are strong. We are the Calvary of the Lord our God, and in his name, we will push forward and bless them with the blood of the lamb as we grant the evil ones a stairway to paradise.
The rays of sunlight guide our journey. For across the sky, a blessed sign leads us toward the manger where our destiny waits. Follow this sign and prepare yoursel
f to receive all the glories chronicled in the Halls of Mercy that stand before you. Just as Lilith spoke to Adam in the garden and the serpent dined upon the tree, our path is line with the sweet nectar of Forbidden Knowledge, and with this divine Wisdom, all prayers will be realized.
Thy Father appeared to me in a vision. The womb of our host widens, and the Savior prepares to ascend to his throne. We must ready ourselves for the final conflict; for when the sands empty the glass, the chosen one will rise.
Let us pray
Lord of Light
Bless those among us who waver in the face of sin
For through the dismay, their absolution is near
Give us the power to stand tall in the face of the enemy
And illuminate the blood-soaked torch of salvation
Our passage is clear and our mission just
And your son awaits our embrace
In your name, we pray
Amen
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I have to admit that this situation with Natalie has me a bit bummed. For the first time since I started working on the manuscript, I struggle mentally with conveying a character in the proper context. Nothing I did would allow me to relate to our holy man. Usually, he is the easiest character for me to work with, for some reason it feels like we share some connection.
I don’t know what to do. I have called Natalie four times now, and every time it goes straight to voicemail. I keep telling myself to leave it alone, but inside I feel like I should go to her. I can feel that there is something very wrong with this entire situation. Incredibly, I had a similar feeling just before Renae was violated by those puss-filled mutations and I don’t want to experience that again.
What should I do? I know I wouldn’t survive if I lost her like I lost Renae. I know things are different, and we are nowhere near as close, but still the pain is there. No, what’s that? I knew this was going to happen. I could feel it building inside of me. I am going to have to find my pills. I can feel one of those headaches pressurizing my head. I’m so afraid that those hideous voices will return when the migraines come back. I can’t handle that right now. The screams, the laughter, they will drive me insane. What the fuck am I going to do?
Pills, I must find my pills. I’m sorry, but I am going to lie dawn and listen to the video from our scientists. If all goes well after I find my pills I will be able to come back to the computer tonight. Plus, I know I would feel much better if Natalie would just call.
II
All right, I'm back after taking a short nap and feel much better. I love this medication and how well it works. This is the first drug they have tried that has kept the visions and voices at bay. Still nothing from Natalie though, I decided to call her when I woke up from my nap and again her phone went straight to voicemail. After I finish with the scientist tonight, I am going to run to her apartment again. I just hope she is there and opens her door.
III
(Play) Thanks, Mark, for letting me finally get some rest, I needed that. It may not have been the best nap I have ever taken, but it worked. I really could not get comfortable with my mind engaged in our quandary. For the life of me, I still cannot comprehend why this has happened. The chemical reactions we are witnessing make no sense to me at all. I have tried, but I cannot understand why there is such a random physiological mutation when this drug combination exists. Not to mention the mental changes, which are even more troubling.
How could these chemicals lead to cannibalism and walking death? From what I can tell, there is no rational explanation for what we are experiencing. Yes, I know that at our core, we are all animals and our pallets have been modified over the years; and because of the recessive nature of our genetics, at one time our ancestors probably prowled the Earth in a manner much closer to these beasts. Hell, even today in some remote lands deep inside rain forests, the inhabitants make what we are observing seem commonplace. Well, at least the craving of flesh. The rising dead are something very different.
To me, that is the symptom that we have to isolate. If we can discover why they are reanimating than maybe, we can find a cure. I know what I am about to say might sound crazy, but we have to capture one of those creatures for our tests. Of course, we cannot do that here in this crypt. I get the proper results I think that our only choice is to return to our lab inside the city. I wish there were another viable option for us, but I cannot think of one.
I know Mark, there is another fully stocked emergency lab in Summit View, but it would take too long to get there. How would we make it the 40 miles on foot? Especially considering we would have to fight our way through that undead horde. I do not know about you, but I would rather take my chances inside the city. At least in town, we are familiar with our surroundings and can quickly move place to place. Plus, with our credentials, we may find some law enforcement officials willing to help. I hope you agree with me. We have to decide something; there is no way we can run a test within this tomb. (Stop)
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Now that is a predicament, Summit View, or back into the city. Personally, I agree I would take my chances with the city. It would be a rough trip out of town without a car even if those creatures were not stalking you. I will tell you, some of the backwoods folk in that region will in some ways make you believe those beasts we encountered seem like an evolved species. That is a region you do not want to be lost in.
I am going to have to venture back into Summit View in the coming weeks. There are too many connections popping up between my research and now the manuscript. There has to be some type covert government facility in that area that may have some more details about the origin of the epidemic that hit our area. Now, all I have to do is find it and the evidence that could bring our entire ordeal into the open.
I am going to stop here for the night; I finally have prepared myself to check on Natalie again. I sincerely hope I find her safe and sound in her apartment. She has to be there, I mean, where else could she be?
Chapter Twenty-One
“And no man can shut it: for thou hast a little strength…”
November 10
Last night after I finished writing, I decided to head off to the coffee shop and grab our friend Janet and take a trip to Natalie’s apartment. When we got there, we found nothing of interest. We even asked some of her neighbors if they had seen Natalie. Even they were perplexed by her absence. It has come to a point where we are all starting to worry; there were absolutely no signs of life.
On our way back to the coffee shop, Janet and I discussed reaching out to her family, or even calling the police, but decided to give her a couple more days to show her face again. I honestly don’t think that is a wise idea, I know something is wrong, and she may be in grave danger, but against my best wishes, I agreed. I just want to find her; I just want to hear her voice again. I miss it. Yes, I know we only went on one date, but I would see her almost every day, and she always knew what to say when the voices would grow louder.
I received some bad news when I go home as well. The medication that has been a miracle cure has seemed to run its course, and the nightmares and voices returned after a few weeks of sanity. Not only couldn’t I get comfortable and sleep, but the countless bouts of crying and screaming were also echoing through the house nonstop. Around every corner, the shrieks begged for help, but there is nothing I can do. I cannot help those I cannot see. There is no way for me to reach into my mind and ease their pain, or rescue them from the torturous cell that entraps them. No matter how hard I try, all I do is fail.
I did receive an interesting package today my friend Dave in New Jersey. We spent some time stationed together at an airfield and became rather close. At this point, Dave is the only person to see what I have completed with the manuscript, and he made a connection within one of the passages from our holy man to a man named Joseph. At first glance, I assumed that the reference to Mary and Joseph were biblical, but Dave believes there is something more modern afoot. He suggests that Joseph is referring to the dia
bolical NAZI scientist, Joseph Mengele.
I know at some point I drew a connection between our scientist and Mengele, but that was somewhat in jest. However, with the declassified FBI documents showing that Mengele escaped Germany and lived his life in South America being monitored by the government, would it come as a surprise to anyone if they consulted him on any of their Deep Sate experiments? If you look at this in historical context, the trail of CIA sponsored human experimentation did not start until well after World War II. You guessed it, not too long after Mengele (and Hitler) escaped to their South American paradise.
Incredibly, there has been a ton of movies that have dawned the screens in recent years that have also made a strange connection between Mengele and the undead; I wonder if Hollywood is trying to give us a hint. It is a known fact (at least it should be) that government agencies manipulate certain aspects of theater to match the agenda or subliminally educate the population on an individual topic. Don’t believe me? Just watch television and pay attention to how the mainstream issue of LGBT rights has been sprinkled into almost every show on all of the traditional networks. Could this be one of those cases with all of the NAZI zombies in games and movies? As I have said many times, I don’t believe in coincidence.
I guess it is time for me to stop rambling and return to the task at hand. Where was I? I suppose we could see how our angel Gabrielle is holding up without food.
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February 15 (Continued)
Baby, I really can’t take it anymore, I am starving. As much as I hate to tell you, we must leave this house and head out into that wilderness and find some food. If something were to happen to us after I leave, I hope that you will survive and understand that what I am doing in a few minutes was for you. While I have taken the vitamins that keep you healthy, I have to find some food so I can continue to push through this ordeal and lead us to safety.
