ESCALATION and EXPOSURE.

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February 4th, 2013.



22:43 pm.



I don't know where to begin.



The world we knew, will never return. That is the only truth I have left.



Gunshots rang out throughout the night, I imagine they were checking the area for infected pets. Pets!. I guess they found some. I counted 14 gunshots, over five hours. I cant believe all this madness, I am unable to absorb it, it's just to much.


I saw a convoy of chopper's sail over us in the night, they were all different sizes. There must have been about thirty of them, maybe more. Two of them descended into the grounds over the road. The rest continued on, heading in a north western direction. Followed about an hour later by four jets planes in formation, heading in the same direction. Most likely to areas that are nowhere near as calm as mine. Not that my area is calm. It's anything but calm right now, and may never be again.

I watched the light from the sun crawl up my walls, as morning broke over my surroundings. When I noticed two huge pillars of smoke way off on the distant horizon beyond the schools grounds. I had no idea what caused them, but I hoped to god, those things weren't responsible. Turns out they kinda were.

As I focussed on these pillars of smoke in the early morning light, I noticed a figure emerge around the schools drive, I watched the electric gates open as Captain Williamson stopped and spoke to the men behind the turrets for a moment, and then continued on over the road, straight in my direction. I went to greet him at the door.

I welcomed him in and we hadn't even sat down before he began, " The immediate area is secure, I assume you heard the gunfire in the night son ? ". I told him I was counting the shots and that I haven't slept at all. " Really son ?, I'm sorry about that, but you understand the measures we are taking are for your safety ? ". Again I explained I did, and that I was glad to have the safety blanket, whereas many didn't. I could tell something was bugging him, so I asked, " is everything okay ?, you seem... ", he interrupted, " distracted ? ". I nodded, " well son its been a very long night, and I am almost out on my feet, and I have another long day ahead of me today. I've been receiving regular reports from command, it looks like my commanding officer will not be coming here, as he's dead ".

I just looked at him and listened, I just wanted it over with, no sleep, and little to no morale left, I thought it best to just get the inevitable out of the way and let the news wash over me. I was expecting it, and sure enough, here it came. " Yeah, he was due here days ago, but he was dispatched to the Anglo Scottish border. Report I heard was that his escort crashed on route to Aberdeen. This apparently happened days ago, yet I was only informed last night ". He paused and looked me over at me, as if judging how I was going to receive the following news. I felt my stomach knot up, and then he finally came out with it. " The north is breached son, to be honest I don't know how they held it for so long. I knew they were getting a hammering, but the things I started hearing coming from there, are insane, to put it mildly ". I prompted him on this, " what do you mean insane ?, more insane than what's been going on here ? ". To which he simply replied, " I'd say so yes ". I let that hang in the air, and he went on. " Son the things I'm telling you are not to be repeated to anyone, but most especially to my men. Do you understand ? ". I nodded and told him that I understood completely. He slowly nodded at me, his gaze fixated on me like he was trying to burn my face off with his eyes. My stomach was starting to feel like it had been kicked by Bruce Lee. He finally broke the silence.


" I started hearing reports that the infected... that they... have started using strategy, and that they are... getting smarter ". He let out a huge frustrated exhale at that, and went on, " We know this virus is doing strange things to people, it seems to be affecting people in different ways, but I don't know what to say about the things I'm hearing now ". I had to ask it, " what is it you are hearing ? ". He narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze to mine again, " that they're changing ".


" How exactly are they changing Captain ? ", he gave a short chuckle, " in all the ways we wished they weren't son ". I raised my eyebrows and motioned for him to go on. To be honest I was getting impatient and irritable due to my lack of sleep and increased stress load. I think he finally took the hint, " I started getting intel four days ago from various sources both official and non official that indicated a radical shift in behaviour of the infected, attacks on the borders were becoming infrequent, but seemingly more coordinated, reports are choppy at best, but from what I have determined, they are a significant threat. It used to be the numbers of infected that bothered me, mindless infected lunatics we can deal with, but you couple those numbers with an increased cognitive ability across the board, then that to me son... spells only one thing. A world of shit! ".


" How is this possible Captain ?, I mean just look at those dogs, how the hell are they infected ?, how did a virus jump from species to species so quickly ?. To ask Stephen Limefield he is under the impression there is no virus to begin with, I mean for gods sake! ". He broke in on this, " don't get me started on Limefield son, I had to get two of my men to restrain him when I gave the order for that dog to be shot. He was literally trying to stop us from doing it, like he was oblivious to the noise the thing was making, and son, when I saw that thing last night, it had changed drastically. It's legs and neck were longer, and its skin looked like it was drooping from its body. It didn't resemble the thing we found in there last week. Then I watched its eyes snap forward, it tilted its head as if curious, then its lower jaw separated and dangled from its head like it was being rejected, then it was shot. Son I can tell you, I have seen a lot of things, but that was one of the most fucked up things I have ever witnessed. The noise it was making never stopped until it was dispatched. Then all of the noise stopped. I don't know whether it was the sound of the gunshot that stopped it, or if they were somehow communicating. All I know is, that whatever it was they were doing, had to be stopped, so I have had my men cover the entire area, looking for those things. So far, we have found and destroyed twelve dogs. All of which were displaying the same symptoms as the ones that we found here. One of my men reported a cat sat in the lower window of a house four streets over, with similar symptoms, rolled up eyes, no movement, It was just staring out of the window, sat on a window ledge. He took a shot at it, but missed, he said it was sitting facing him one minute but the moment he lifted his gun and fired, it bolted. He told me he gained entrance to the home, which was abandoned, and found the thing cornered in an upstairs bedroom. This is where it gets weird son, he then told me this thing tried to plead for its life! ".


" What ?, a cat ?, a cat tried to plead for its life... what ? ". His face was as solid as a rock, I apologised for interrupting and he continued. " he claims, it was making weird sounds and that it formed words, he swears it was saying "help". He shot it, but not before it tried to lunge at him ". He turned away from me and said, " Stephen is there now, studying it. I have told my men that if he so much as tries to touch the thing he is to be restrained and brought back here. When they are done, they are to destroy the thing completely. All dogs pulled from the local area have been destroyed ". I asked if that explained the pillars of smoke I saw earlier, and he confirmed it was.

" Son I have ordered the extermination of any dog or cat on sight, whether they display symptoms or not, so if you do hear gunfire, don't be alarmed, okay ? ". I agreed, its a radical step alright, but I cant think of any other solution, he continued, " I have have been filing reports from day one here, and my latest evaluation is that this is a measure that should be taken on nationwide. Brass are already aware of the situation, and I believe this is not the only area reporting such issues. So from now on son, it's a shoot on sight policy, at least here. That includes you son. If you see a cat or dog, kill it, or report it if you are unable. No exceptions, okay ? ". I nodded. So not only are we fighting a significant portion of the UK, but we are to fight cats and dogs too. I guess it's good to mix it up a bit.

" Now I told you the border had been breached, but it hasn't entirely, they are sweeping those up that got through, but as you know, it only takes one to get in deep enough to cause a significant problem if it reaches a highly populated area. So far I hear we are doing well in terms of clean up, it's coming at a high cost though son. It would take decades to repair the damage being done up north, but it's a necessary cost. We haven't been greenlit here yet, so all is as well as it can be, but I just wanted you to know the situation, and how it could change in the coming days. If this area is greenlit, you will be required to leave your home and make your way over the road for further briefing, do you understand son ? ". I nodded and let the implications of this sink in, I didn't like it, but I understood. Captain Williamson gave a brief nod, and said, " okay, good. You know son, to be totally honest, my brief intervals here, are the only thing that makes me feel normal. The world really is going crazy son. So I thank you for being so hospitable ".

I told him it was my pleasure, and that it is nice to be included in the daily goings on. Especially considering who he is, and what he represents. Then he asked about Kerry down the road and if I had been phoning her. I told him I had and that I planned on phoning her this evening and maybe asking her round for some food tomorrow evening, after I have slept and look a little more humane that is. He thought it was a great idea, and told me he was heading to hers from here. He also advised me not to feed her any of my MRE's, which I tend to agree with.


On his way out he stopped and said, " you know son, I was always under the impression that dogs were unable to look up, but I guess that was a load of horse shit ". He smiled and set off for the school. I thought about that for a while afterwards, but I just cant put my finger on why that struck such a big cord with me.


The sun went down, and I phoned Kerry, we spoke for a while, and I brought up the idea of her coming over for something to eat tomorrow. I tried to word it in such a way that it didn't sound like I was asking for a date. Which I think I may have failed at judging that she wrapped the conversation up by saying, " it's a date then ". To which I said, " erm... ". Yeah that's right, I'm as smooth as silk. I heard her laugh and she said " okay goodnight then, see you tomorrow ". She sounds far better today, I just hope tomorrow brings better things for all of us.

I am having an early night tonight, I think it's wise I get rested, the next few days may be critical. Especially if those things got through. All it takes is one, and I don't like what I am hearing about intelligence increases, and physical changes. Not to mention this virus reportedly gets into cats now. What's next, fucking hamsters ?.


I really need to start checking the internet again, surely there must be something about these so called changes online. I haven't been checking much, but from what I have, nothing has been reported about animals being infected. Something that I think needs to change, even if I have to break a non disclosure agreement to do so. Enough is enough.


Everything is falling apart.


Can dogs look up ?, why is this bugging me so much ?.



February 4th, 2013.

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Message received. Mar/16th/2012/16:14pm

From. RL Weise, RDL/Lab/NM#06EAQ.

To. LHM/J8/Phelps/OHJ#C621
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Schemata for [redacted] recovered in full.

Commission granted full approval.

Preliminary checks passed.

[redacted] and [redacted] have issued caution is necessary.

Caution is warranted, dealing with a great unknown is risky.

There is division within [redacted] team whether [redacted] has ulterior use.

Quantum entanglement for [redacted] is use of [redacted] tethered resonance.

Risk outweighed by potential.

No indication of hostile intent.

Preliminary research is not enough to give a reasonable outcome. Will advise, as advancement continues.




Advise.

R L Weise. WS NM.
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February 5th, 2013.



21:21 pm.



Looks like it's true!.




I awoke late, and fully expected to check the window and see those things swarming the street outside. Thankfully, that was not the case. I saw new pillars of black smoke off in the distance, I imagine they had been busy during the night and found more pets to shoot. I wondered just how many gunshots I had slept through in the night.

I made myself ready for the day, and decided to make myself familiar with horrors that awaited me. Better late than never I guess. So I dug out my computer.

I powered on my laptop and navigated towards Live Leak, it was still active, and still leaking footage from all over the world. The first video I clicked was of a young French woman giving a monologue to camera, from what looked like her bedroom. I couldn't understand what she was saying but she was clearly upset and in a bad state, she spoke for about a minute, before picking up the camera and pointing it out of her bedroom window. You couldn't see pavement for infected people, they were just stood there, some noticed the camera above and looked in its direction, she turned the camera back on herself, muttered a few words, her expression became a tense grimace, and the camera dropped to the floor, followed by a gunshot, and what must have been her body falling on top of the camera. I watched this unfold in horror, as I heard the muffled sound of that poor girl struggling to take her final tragic breaths, as the gunshot obviously hadn't killed her quite as instantly as she may have hoped.

As you can imagine, this was a hell of a reintroduction back to my computer, but it toughened me up for what was to follow.

Videos of men women and children traversing the snow covered open wilderness in Russia, under armed escort. The stream of people went as far as the horizon would allow. Tanks, trucks, soldiers, and helicopters accompanied them. This appeared to be filmed by one of the refugees, who was shouted at and waved back into the stream of thousands upon thousands of people by several Russian soldiers walking alongside the convoy. The footage ended there.

A thirty second clip reported to be shot on the German border showing a tank firing a shell at a mass of people. Who all looked distantly uninfected from what I could make out. It seems that Germany is still holding its borders at all costs. I wouldn't try to enter Germany any time soon if I was you. It's a drastic step for any nation to take, but these are unprecedented times. Maybe it will work. If you are seeking safe haven, Germany would not be the place to go right now. I can't however see much of a difference between how they are handling things, and how we are here internally.

Footage shot in Florida showed a man sitting on a boat, the coast behind him can clearly be seen, on the horizon can be seen intense fires burning away. Smoke dominated the skyline. I was more taken by what could be seen in the background, than what this person had to say about us being in end times, and the imminent return of Christ being upon us. He seemed happy enough in his sunshades and Hawaiian shirt. I wondered how long it would be until he had to return to the coast and if he would still feel the same way when he did. The person recording it certainly felt the same way and would chip in with, " praise the lord ", every time the man in the brightly coloured shirt finished a point.

Live leak appeared to be a place where people were leaving their final thoughts and memories for whomever is left to witness. I guess we feel the need to reach out to anyone and everyone that will listen in our final moments. The thought of this gave me shivers down my spine, as I wondered how my final moments would play out. Then I realised this was the exact reason I had been avoiding the internet in the first place.

One young unidentified American male left a powerful video titled "Stupidity", where he explained the world has always been crazy, and that we have always been on the verge of extinction from our own stupidity. He ended the video by saying, " is our world crazier today than what came before ?, do you really believe that ?, are we really stupid enough to believe our world is worse now than what we went through in order to get to this point ?. They did this, they set this plague upon our world, and if it's any consolation to you, those who set loose this virus, are going to have to deal with the fallout along with all of us. Shame on you! ". He paused his monologue, composed himself then looked into the camera and said, " don't you let this happen to you too ". He looked into the camera nodding his head, with tears in his eyes, before leaning his head back, and quickly putting a pistol under his chin, and splattering the camera with his own blood.

He never made it clear who "they" actually were, but he was absolute enough to end his life on his own terms, and I admire that, but ending your life even in a world like this is not the answer to me, only part of the problem. The first comment under the video read simply, " R.I.P. ". It would be easy to judge someone who takes such action, but lets remember, life isn't always so black and white, even if we choose to think it is sometimes.


Then I clicked a video with footage shot from the inside of what looked like a shop. It showed a wall of the infected making their way down some high street. Some ran, some walked, one was crawling, seemingly trailing its own innards behind it. It had no legs and its gut was clearly torn open. Its organs slipping and sliding underneath it as it heaved and pulled itself forward with its long arms. Its arms looked abnormally long, and its face was disproportional to its swelled head. Clumps of hair still clung to its head, but what was most apparent was its lumpy elephant man type disfigurements that covered the remnants of its body. Its skin appeared to be a patchwork of open wounds and repaired flesh. Where its skeletal and muscular system seems to have expanded and repaired itself over and over. It was moving fast too. It looked like it was almost swimming down the street. Its long arms both rising in unison as its torso lowered, then as its arms connected to the ground its upper body would rise up, making the trailing organs and gore fling around as they contended with the harsh reality of a concrete surface as is it slid forward.

It took this thing about five seconds to pass the street outside the shop window. It moved unbelievably fast. All the time the people behind the camera could be heard quietly mumbling in a foreign language. While I couldn't understand what was being said, it was clear there was more than one of them in that shop, as others could be heard in the background as the person filming could be heard to go "shhhhhh" ever so often.

The camera appeared to be right against the glass, as you could see a partial reflection of the inside of the shop in the window. While the camera was low to the ground it gave an unobstructed view of the madness outside in the street. While people were clearly becoming distraught in the shop, the flow of infected never stopped moving. If anything it was getting thicker as time went on. Then every so often, a dog would trot past mingled in with the infected, then another, then a cat would race by. Then more and more of them. The cats were far to fast to make out properly, but the dogs were clearly infected. One of them looked like a small Terrier, only its legs were twice the length of its body, and its head was bobbling from side to side as it galloped past, like its neck was broken.

Then I started paying closer attention to the infected that were streaming past. Not all of them, but every so often, one would pass that looked distinctly abnormal, even compared to how messed up they normally look. One would pass with an arm looking distinctly longer than the other, some with oddly shaped heads, some with long legs and normal looking torsos. Some of them looked so strange that their faces could barely be described as human. Compressed unsymmetrical features upon bulbous misshapen haemorrhaging heads, clearly to big for their bodies. Some of the infected that were moving slow enough to make out in detail, appeared to be muttering to themselves too, with what they were passing off for lips. It is some of the most nightmarish footage I have ever seen, and it only got weirder.

Pockets of these infected looked distinctly worse than the others. I guess the ones that look worse, are the ones that have been infected for longer. Then after a few minutes of this nightmarish parade, something crossed the camera that was to big to be captured in full. If my eyes were capable of exiting my head, they surely would have when this thing materialized. It was long and skinny, its torso was elongated, and it had a bloated distended gut. Its arms and legs were long and huge, the muscles it had looked all out of place. The footage didn't capture all of it, but it caught enough to give a good indication.


This thing must have been about twelve feet tall, easily. Its clothes were stretched ripped and in tatters. It looked as if the tallest most muscular man in the world tried to wear infants clothes. You could make out open sores and wounds up its left leg, which was closest to the camera. While I couldn't see the top half of it, I could state quite assuredly that if this thing was in my street, it could engage me in conversation at eye level, if I stood at my upper window.

I heard the quiet gasps from those behind the camera as it passed by, you could clearly hear the sound of its feet connecting with the road through the window. Swarming all around it were infected of all sizes shapes ages and races. My brain took this moment to start playing back for me the song Ebony and Ivory. In some weird subconscious form of comedy. Funny how your brain works when horrified. It took two strides for this thing to clear the view of the camera. Two!. Just after that abomination passed the camera, a collection of slow moving blood covered infected passed the pavement just outside the shop window, and a couple of them seemed to take notice of the shop itself. This created a hushed panic of voices all whispering over one another, until one of the infected was bumped into by another passing by it, and was pressed up against the window front, where its eyes must have met one of the occupants as screams from inside the shop ensued. The footage ended there.


l have seen some things in my life, but that is by far the most amazingly incredible freak show I have ever witnessed. If what Captain Williamson was telling me yesterday is true, then this video all but confirms it. I think I better show him this when he turns up next. It looked like Lord of the fucking Rings out there.


I downloaded that video and plan on showing him it whenever I get chance, hopefully it will confirm for him too, just how crazy this whole thing is getting. Not that I think he needs convincing, god knows what he knows and what I am not being told. Needless to say, after downloading the video I changed websites.

I checked the DiscloseTV forums to see what the latest chatter was. It was just unrelentingly morbid, many appeared to be old friends saying faithful goodbyes to each other. While others were offering explanations and survival tips. All very useful considering most official channels are currently being eroded away world wide. Any guidance if positive is useful at times like this. Some of the posts were informative and scary, one user that goes by the name "the57Ironman" has been documenting his success at dealing with the infected in his neighbourhood. The bodies that cover his neighbourhood are testament to his resolve. He looks like one of these special forces guys you used to see frequenting the mountains of Afghanistan on the news. Fully decked out in flecktarn combat attire with a small arsenal on his person, complete with shades, and a stars and stripes bandanna. Badass, might be the word of choice here.

He takes the viewer on a tour of his local area. Showing the makeshift road barricades and the measures to which local homes have been taking in order to ensure their safety and survival. The reinforced homes he showed reminded me of my own. Seems I have the knack for survival and resourcefulness, but I'm not the only one. At one point the camera catches sight of an infected person running full steam over a nearby field, he passes the camera to his friends who are with him, and they film him as he talks to camera about which weapons are better suited for engaging the infected at various distances. He then went over the specs of the weapon before looking into camera and saying, " allow me to demonstrate ". He raised the assault rifle and engaged the infected man, who by this point had closed three quarters of the ground between them, this guy was cool as a cucumber as he turned and faced the infected man, and turned him into a blizzard of red mist, " note, three taps, that is all you need. Try to conserve your ammo, when not firing, finger off the trigger ". When the infected man disappeared behind the spray of its own blood, the group of men gave a roar of cheers. He turned back to camera and said, " tune in next time for the iron mans survival guide ". Followed by heavy metal music and his logo set atop a flaming background. Subtle it may not be, but that is the kind of guy you want around if the shit is hitting the fan. He has many videos on DiscloseTV, all describing and showing different facets of survival. They certainly ain't taking prisoners over in the states, while many areas may be bad over there, in some areas, they are doing well, and that is comforting to know.


I spent most of my day reading internet chatter on DiscloseTV, and while it is a mixed bag of emotions and anger, at least that bag is still there for people to vent on. I couldn't bring myself to make a post. What would I say, " hey guys, I'm sitting in the middle of a military safe zone, which is predominately a primary school. My most frequent guest is one of the most senior ranking UK military officials in the area, where we get drunk and discuss talking cats and dogs on a nightly basis. Anyway, see ya! ".

Somehow, I resisted the temptation. It's just nice to know people are still out there, and while they may be as crazy as ever, they are by no means crazier than the world at large at the moment, and maybe they never have been.


It was dark by this time, the military base over the road was as busy as ever, more trucks, more choppers arriving and departing, so much so, that my ears have learned to tune it all out. I heard a few more gunshots earlier, and chalked it up to pet squad carrying out their duty. Soon after this my phone rang, it was Kerry, asking if she could put off coming round for dinner until tomorrow. I asked her if she was okay today, and she said she was fine but wanted to get an early night, and that she would feel better the following day having had some sleep. I told her that if she is unable to sleep again and needs to talk, she is to phone me. To be honest, it's a relief not having to see anyone today, those videos have put me off company. Especially the one with that huge thing lumbering past that shop. It's haunted me since I saw it.

Not long ago, I decided to crack open my good whiskey and have a glass as I wrote this. I can feel it affecting my ability to think straight, hopefully it will settle my nerves and stomach long enough to get a good rest tonight. Whatever is on the horizon, I need to be able to face it as fresh as possible. Being overtired will make you sloppy, and cause you to make mistakes, which in a world like this, could get you killed fast.



I think that more than anything, the thing that is killing me most, is the waiting for things to happen.


It's only a matter time though.

The point is though, how much time!.




February 5th, 2013.
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Message received. Mar/18th/2012/13:21pm

From. RL Weise, RDL/Lab/NM#06EAQ.

To. LHM/J8/Phelps/OHJ#C621
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Contractors advised and fully committee approved.

[redacted] and [redacted] will work on [redacted].

A strange excited tone has taken over [redacted].

Estimate a little longer than thought, due to complex nature of materials needed.

Seven month estimate.

Will advise if time scale drops.

Not long until answers will be available from those who created the questions.

Apprehension finally at minimum.

Very exciting times.




Advise.

R L Weise. WS NM.
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February 6th, 2013.



22:07 pm.



Gun shots woke me in the night!.


They were close!.


It's not good.



I woke startled to what I thought was the sound of a loud gunshot, I could see that out of my back window it was still dark outside. So I assumed another dog or cat had been dealt with, but then the sound of a second gunshot rang out, not as loud now but certainly close, then I heard faint shouting, and that was what got me out of bed and scanning the front window. There was a commotion going on at the other end of the street. Kerrys side of the street.

I saw two men running down the far side of the street, but hard as I tried, I could not see anything clearly while pressed up against the window. I could hear the muffled shouts coming from down there, but couldn't make them out. I looked over at the guys behind turret's, who were both facing the left side of the street fixated upon something I couldn't see. I tried to signal them through the window, but they never noticed me. So I relented, and opened my window to see for myself.

As I leaned over and took focus of the street down there, I saw nothing. Whatever the commotion was, it wasn't going on now. I saw the four men at the far end of the street behind their sand bag nests either side of the road, looking back up at my side of the street. They were not fending off infected as I feared. There appeared to be no infected anywhere to be seen. Just a quiet street, with an army base on it, you know, real normal like. I thought that it must have been some animal that got shot at. I peered down the road, seemingly stretching as far out of my window as possible, then I heard the sound of the schools electronic gates. I turned to see Captain Williamson come marching out at a steady but brisk pace, followed either side of him by two heavily armed men. I watched him cross the street in front of me, as they started their way down the street to where I heard the commotion originate.

As they strode past my home Captain Williamson noticed me up in the widow, he held his arm up and motioned me back inside, followed by the verbal command, " back inside son, now! ". I didn't argue, I saw his face, he looked serious. So I closed my window, but stayed put firmly behind it. If the shit was going down, I was determined to be witness to it. I watched Captain Williamson disappear down the street until him and his men were out of my view from my vantage point. Whatever it was, I assume it was dealt with, as nobody was running, and nobody was calling out orders. I tried to remember what it was I heard being shouted, but after fruitless attempts trying, and knowing that I was half asleep when I first heard the commotion, I gave up and just watched.


I was unable to shake the feeling of dread. Everything I have seen and heard up until now, has given me a distinct and unshakable nagging discomfort. It must have been an animal that was sighted and shot at. I looked at the watch on my side table, it read 3:37 am. As late as the hour was, I promised Kerry to keep her informed of anything that seemed important, and seeing as this appeared to be taking place on her side of the street, and was important enough to discharge a gun, not once but twice. I think this met the criteria, and maybe she knew more about it than me. Turns out she did.


I sat on the window ledge and keyed her number into the phone. Scanning the street below. I had my first words already figured out if my call awoke and frightened her. " Don't worry, I just want to know if you're okay I heard something a few minutes ago ". I expected to hear Kerrys panicked voice answer but instead the phone kept ringing. I let it ring for a good two minutes before I relented and hung up. I didn't know what to think, maybe she was sound asleep. She did say she was tired. My mind raced with all kinds of possibilities. I tried my best to ignore these thoughts, and had just decided to dial her again when my phone rang out. I almost jumped off the window ledge.


I quickly checked the number, it was Kerrys, I composed myself and answered," Hi Kerry I'm really sorry to wake you... ", I was interrupted by what sounded like a sigh, " Kerry ?, are you there ? ". What came next chilled me to the bone. " Hello son ". It was the sombre sound of a voice I recognised, it was Captain Williamsons voice. I didn't know what to say, so I said the first thing that came into my head, " erm... err... is Kerry there please ? ". I heard another muffled sigh and faint background noise. A few moments passed so I repeated, " hello, Kerry ? ", I heard the sound of the receiver adjust, " she's gone son, I'm sorry ". Taken aback I responded, " What do you mean she's gone ?, where'd she go ? ". Another long pause, " She's dead son, I'm really sorry ". I felt my stomach try to exit my mouth and quietly replied, " ...she's dead ? ". I heard the receiver adjust again, and muffled sounds again in the background. " Son I will come and see you as soon as I can, please remain inside for now, can you do that for me son ? ", I was unable to answer, " Son ?, can you do that ? ". I managed to get out the word " yes! ", then I heard the receiver get put down.


Numb and in shock, I sat on the floor and watched the stars roll by in the sky through the window. The light danced on the floor as the moonlight and street light danced together with the swaying shadows of the schools trees. I don't know how long had passed, but eventually I heard the sound of the schools electric gates again. I assumed it was Captain Williamson retuning to base, I thought he must have forgotten about me, when almost at once, I was shaken out of my depressed slumber by the sound of my front door being knocked.


I pulled myself up and rolled downstairs on feet that didn't feel like they were connected to the floor. If I would have found death waiting on the other end of that door, I would have welcomed it. Instead it was Captain Williamson, as promised. Neither of us said anything to each other, I just moved aside and he walked in. We never even made eye contact. I followed him into the living room, walked past him into the kitchen and pulled out the good whiskey, and two large glasses. If ever there was a time, this was fucking it!. I preceded to fill the glasses, day dreaming. The silence was broken when I heard the sound of Captain Williamsons voice, " son I can't ", I turned my head to him and said, " we are drinking to Kerry tonight ". I saw his gaze was upon the glasses, I turned back to see both glasses overflowing. I grabbed a cloth wiped up the collateral damage, and turned to Captain Williamson handing him his glass, with a look that must have read, you dare refuse this drink and I will fucking kill you!. He took his glass, and I raised mine. " To Kerry! ", I said, and downed the lot, never taking my eyes off him and his glass. I didn't even taste it. He relented and raised his glass saying, " for Kerry ". Then downed his. For a few moments we stood there in the kitchen eyeing each other over as the whiskey warmed the back of our throats. His look was of concern, I have no idea what my look must have been, but I guessed it wasn't a nice one.

" Son, shall we have a seat ? ", That kind of snapped me out of it, " sure why not ", I grabbed the bottle on the way through. I knew I was going to need it. So we sat, I focussed my eyes on Captain Williamson, and let him take it away. I wasn't one for talking at that moment, nor nodding for that matter.


" Son, I am going to tell you everything I know, okay ? ", I just stared back at him and let him continue, " I was alerted a few hours ago to a situation at the end of your street, I was unaware where the situation was until being ushered into number eighteen by men already on the door. Upon entering number eighteen I was briefed. One of my men who is tasked with perimeter security was walking his route when he passed number eighteen and heard loud noises coming from within, he approached the front of the property and knocked. I was told this prompted a loud hammering from behind the front door. He told me he saw a figure on the other side of the door through the frosted grass, wildly thrashing at the door. He shouted for the person to step away from the door, but the thrashing wouldn't stop. I am told at this point it got worse still, he was watching this person smash their head repeatedly against the the small oval piece of frosted glass. So much so that the figure was no longer visible through the blood. He said he stepped back and watched this glass splinter in the frame, and the door start to move in its frame. Something I can vouch for myself as I checked over the door and frame myself, it took a battering alright. At this point he told me he drew his sidearm and called out to the person again that if they didn't stop he would open fire. Well it never stopped son, and he kept his promise ".


I watched Captain Williamson slump forward in his seat and bring his hands to his face as he relayed the following part, intensely focussed on the floor. " He shot her through the door. It was instant son, she felt nothing, I promise! ". I said nothing but traced the living room floor myself, waiting for him to start up again and end the fucking silence, and he did, " When I arrived on scene I found her lay on her back on the floor of the hallway ". He looked up at me and said, " Son... she was clearly infected! ". That woke me up. " What the fuck do you mean she was infected ? ", I shocked myself by breaking the silence with that. " She was clearly infected son, I saw it myself. She had taken a good portion of her face off while smashing it up against that oak door. When I entered her living room it looked as though someone had been throwing themselves around in it, there was blood and glass everywhere. I have seen enough of these things to know the signs son, and her home looked nothing like what you remember, I can promise you that ".

A silence hung in the air again, so I decided to fill it with the only thing that seemed logical. " How could she have been infected ? ". Captain Williamson looked back at me and began, " when I arrived on scene I asked the same thing, that's when Shane told me what happened nex.. ". I broke in, " Shane fucking killed her! ". To which Captain Williamson looked back down at the floor and gave me a brief nod, before continuing, " Shane told me that he forced the door, and found Kerry on the floor in the same condition I found her in. He said that he checked her pulse and found nothing, then focussed his attention upon the living room and the mess it was in. Then he said... " He turned facing me again, " he said that as he scanned the room he turned to see that between the living room and kitchen doorway, stood a blood drenched cat with those flickering eyes staring back at him. He told me he drew his sidearm and fired straight at it, but it was to fast and he missed. He says he watched it dart straight through the cat flap in Kerrys back door ". He paused, then added, " he swears it smiled straight at him before it ran ".


I didn't know what to say, I still don't really, I couldn't find words for what I was hearing, I guess I didn't have to really, Captain Williamson went on, " we don't know if she owned the cat, or if the cat was just a stray and crept in, but why have a cat flap if you don't own a cat ?, if she did own that thing, then she was keeping it a secret from all of us as she had been briefed on pretty much the same things you have son, she knew the risks those things can pose now. I never noticed the damn cat flap in her back door when I was there before ", did you son ? ". I shook my head, " I didn't think so, we do have reason to believe it may have been her cat, as she was infected in her bedroom from the best we have been able to gather. Whether it was her cat or a stray, it got in, went upstairs, climbed onto her bed, and... well... it infected her there while she was likely sleeping. There was blood all over her bed and floor. This is as much as we know so far son, I'm sorry ".


We said nothing for a while, until Captain Williamson was kind enough to yet again break the silence. " I have a good hundred men out looking for that thing. Son, from now on, you are not to leave open any windows or doors to your property, it simply isn't safe enough. Do you understand son ? ". I did, and have no intention to.


He spoke for a while longer but I am unable to recall exactly what was said. Soon after he left and returned over to the school in the early morning light. He said he will be coming over to check on me when he was able. I thanked him for being open with me, and continued to drink to Kerry until I fell asleep and woke not to long ago. I guess it's going to be another long night.

I hardly knew Kerry, but from the brief conversations we shared, she made me feel less alone, now she's gone. Something I am strangely envious over. Maybe she got the better deal in the long run, I will miss her.


If it has four legs, it will be killed.

Feels like we're at war with nature itself.

We're losing.





February 6th, 2013.




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Message received. Mar/24th/2012/18:21pm

From. RL Weise, RDL/Lab/NM#06EAQ.

To. LHM/J8/Phelps/OHJ#C621
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Measurements approved / corresponding to [redacted].

[redacted] locations under committee approval.

Contractors sourcing material [redacted]

Oversight committee also approved under [redacted].

LHM under intensive scrutiny, viability under question.

Race is on for first confirmation of [redacted]

British Intel informs that Russian and Chinese programs are moving ahead.

Inform [redacted] of [redacted] at SAC.




Advise.

R L Weise. WS NM.
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You may note the title has changed from REMAIN INDOORS, to ESCALATION and EXPOSURE, mainly due to the fact that I decided to Google this title to see if any similar titles popped up with a similar premise. Turns out there are to many to mention but this first link was enough to convince me a title change was in order.

http://murraymaynard.blogspot.co.uk/

and this...

http://www.zombiepandemic.com/ViewClan.aspx?Id=10997

There are others too, so knowing this now, I cant rightly use that title, as it's clearly already over used. Even if this isn't about zombies at all. Eh eh

The current title was the one I originally intended on anyway.

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Not long now until it really starts to get weird, and I do mean weird!.




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