March 13 2016 – 3 years after Mass Outbreak – Zombie Outbreak Response Team 335 ZDC

So I'm sitting under a bridge hiding from the local law enforcement which isn't too hard mind you considering since the massive outbreak most local police almost never leave their heavily armored vehicles. No need to really. Zombies don't hide and the turret gunner can kill them or they can opt for the always fun sport of running them over. It's ten extra points if the head pops.

Anyway, I was doing some research at the library on Necrotizing Fasciitis and found out it's a serious bacterial infection that spreads rapidly and destroys the body's soft tissue. Commonly called a "flesh-eating infection" by the media, and this very rare disease can be caused by more than one type of bacteria.

Oh, I haven't mentioned the E. coli out breaks all over the world. You should remember them. They happened a lot in the '00's. Strange that this whole thing looks to be a whole lot of coincidences. I don't believe in coincidences.

I'm having a hard time putting this together. So, E. coli is spreading at an exponential rate. This is nothing new really but what is causing it to start Necrotizing Fasciitis. Then you throw the whole Bath Salts thing in and it gets really confusing. What the hell is going on here.

Well unfortunately that is all I could find out because while I was studying I noticed someone dressed in a black suit watching me. Just a bit out of place in a ruined city slum. You would think with all the training these people get they would be better at stalking. I mean, car companies have huge million dollar focus groups just to name a car based on peoples interests and emotions but these guys can't figure out how to dress for the occasion.

I tried to slip out the back but he cut me off in a hallway where I promptly broke his nose with my elbow before my knee met his sternum. Surprisingly, library staff thought this was a bit loud and maybe a bit disturbing so they thought the police should probably get involved.

And here I sit, hiding and thanking the gods that whoever is in charge doesn't want to make a big scene and are just letting the locals handle it. That also gives me more time to learn more about what's going on. I think I'll head to the nearest CDC building and say “Hi!” in my special way. But first I need to suit up and load up. Back to my barracks.

Mar 3 2016 – 3 years after Mass Outbreak – Zombie Outbreak Response Team 335 ZDC

So yeah, It's been a couple weeks since my last entry. Why? Well, that's a bit complicated to explain. I was doing some digging around online when I came across an article that was, even for the internet, in the middle of nowhere. I was digging in second and third rate sites. Sifting through paranoia bullshit trying to find anything that made any sense. Anything that would piece together.

I stumbled on this article explaining as best they could because this person was only mildly educated, still a bit more than me on chemistry and biology. It said something about how a virus named Necrotizing Fasciitis was somehow absorbing the chemicals in the Bath Salts. I also found that Bath Salts themselves where not what we were lead to believe. They're a strong dosage of methylenedioxypyrovalerone. A “psychoactive drug with stimulant properties”. It causes “Agitation, paranoia, hallucinations, and abnormally high pain tolerance”. Somehow these two are mixing and doing the Tango in our bodies. That's all I could gather. While I was reading and making copies three guards, not one, not two but three guards burst into my barracks and demanded my surrender on grounds of conspiracy. What type or how they wouldn't tell me as they lead me down the hall. It's was nice that they didn't cuff me too. But that was most likely because I surrendered easily.

However, not cuffing was a mistake because I wasn't about to be captured by anyone. Not even my own unit but these guys weren't in my unit so I didn't really care what I did to them. We're trained that way. Your unit, your family. This wasn't so much in their favor.

What happened next was a blur even to me as most of my training has become second nature. I had a guard behind me and the other two at my flanks. I came to a sudden stop with a loud caugh and when the rear guard's chest bumped be with a loud “Move!” with it I arched and grabbed the back of his head and pulled it over my shoulder placing his throat on my shoulder. Then I extended my body and with a bounce I snapped his spine and crushed his wind pipe in one go. He might live, maybe. I threw the now limp officer into the other at my left while swinging around to catch him drawing his pistol, a Smith & Wesson model 59. Nice, I might keep that. I grabbed the barrel underneath where the trigger guard meets it and tilted upward with my right hand and jamming the butt of the grip in an upward motion until the barrel was just below his chin with my left. “Hi!” I proclaimed as I used the thumb of my right hand to push his finger back squeezing the trigger.

At this point the other gentleman had relieved himself of his limp comrade and probably his bodily fluids. He was in mid standing as I swung and fired into his forehead. All I know after that is I ran and ran until I passed out under a bridge.... somewhere. Really? Did they think it was going to be that easy to do away with me? And I admit claiming conspiracy was a nice touch. Just make it look like I was up to no good. Well, fuck'em. I will find out whats going on and the people responsible for hiding this. If it's just a reaction of a drug and a virus what's to hide. As for now only they know but that's about to change.

Feb 16 2016 – 3 years after Mass Outbreak – Zombie Outbreak Response Team 335 ZDC

I really have no idea what to make of the information I read the other day. Surely there can't be a cover up. That kinda shit only happens in the movies, right? No one would be dumb enough to actually try and cover something up, especially nothing this big and especially not a government agency. I admit with that last thought a chill ran up my spine. If anyone was ever half witted enough to try a mass cover up of this scale it would have to be the government..... There does have to be some kind of connection with the Bath Salts drug and what is happening world wide. The fact that the skinhead morons we dispatched of were mostly all doped up on it could be a coincidence. I could grant that possibility with the exception of all the reports I could get my hands on the night of my last entry all had at least one small note somewhere of Bath Salts being in the vicinity.

I had noticed this before but shrugged it off because, let's be honest, with the entire world rotting and decaying all while trying to eat your ankles as you climb for higher ground you might need something to take the edge off.

Today it's self was relatively uneventful. I might even meander into calling it dull at best. I spent most of my time cleaning, and cleaning, then more cleaning of my Remington R11 RSASS. Sure it's not your standard .50 caliber sniper setup but I prefer my 7.62x51 (.308) and zombies don't have armor. Call me a simple country boy from southern Kentucky with only slightly modern tastes. Never mind my being stationed in LA.
It was kinda hard being that close to home again when we were to the convention center knowing I had no family left to go visit. But, that is part of being a member of this elite unit, the Zombie Outbreak Response Team. The “Response” says it all. We go where needed, period. There are only five units consisting of ten men so we are almost constantly moving only coming to base for debriefing and any small amount of rest that is to be had.

I can only keep myself preoccupied for so long until I start poking in places that might get me in serious trouble depending on how huge this is. However, I have lost everyone I loved in this shit hole of a mess and if it was caused by someone or could have been avoided in some way and someone knew it..... I want to know.

Feb 10 2016 – 3 years after Mass Outbreak – Zombie Outbreak Response Team 335 ZDC

Yeah, so..... not sure where to begin here. Last night was, well, frankly it was a cluster fuck and I still really don't like doing this. Especially now with what I have to report.

Last night at approximately 21:00 our Eradication Force, unit 3, was dispatched to dispose of a few rabble rousers reportedly causing a bit of chaos at the convention center in downtown Louisville KY. When we arrived on scene our unit quickly realized the reports were right, on one thing anyway. There was plenty of chaos to go around. The thing that was quizzical is the chaos wasn't just from the white supremacists who were apparently holding out in the convention center before hell opened to say “Hello!”

Now at this point I'm sure anyone would think they were hanging or beating types that they deemed appropriate and said people were resisting. No they were beating and bludgeoning each other. For a minute I thought to myself “Can we just let them kill each other. Really, what harm could that do?”

It could do a great deal of harm I realized once I noticed about three quarters of the swastika clad retards were already dead and still moving. If we just let them kill each other we are likely to have a zombie Nazi mini-army on our hands and as cool and video game like as that sounds we would be screwed in the pee hole if that happened because we only brought a ten man unit and there are at least fifty Nazis and Nazi-zombies combined.

Luckily our Swat-black uniforms along with our swift and silent training had kept us from detection as we set up a perimeter that formed a half circle around the group with what was left of the burning convention center behind them.

The order “Open fire” came over my ear piece and a mass of sniper fire along with well placed standard rifle fire opened up. All while Ma Deuce put in her two cents threating to drown out all other noise.

I peered through my scope and caught a perfect window picture of an infected Nazi with a big red swastika on his forehead. Admittedly, I smirked and whispered “Bulls eye!” as I squeezed my trigger and watched what once was a head become what your kitchen looks like after a toddler eats spaghetti.

After math was my entire unit accounted for and the zombie Nazi squadron eliminated. They call us Eradication Force for a reason, you know. What followed was Bleach and Burn units concern. They're responsible for the messes we make. I'd be a liar if I said I didn't enjoy screwing with them and didn't often tried to make the mess bigger and nastier than need be. I've almost been demoted for it before, almost. I suspect I wasn't because, well, it is kinda funny.

The truly interesting part, that I unfortunately have very little info on, is that intelligence says the white supremacists were hopped up on Bath Salts. A little research into this drug revealed it is comprised of all the worst parts of most of the strong drugs we know of such as pcp, crack, heroine, etc. I found a website stating something about the Bath Salts drug reacting with our immune system. Basically overloading it. That is all I could read. Any more info on the site had been removed by the ISP by “CDC order”.

So, it IS the drug but not by it's self. It's messing with our immune system and changing us?

FEB 7 2016 – 3 years after Mass Outbreak – Zombie Outbreak Response Team 335 ZDC

I really hate doing things like this. However, someone much higher in the ranks than they ought to be has decided it would be a good practice for every member of Z.O.R.T. To keep a personal log of events that take place during their missions. They say it is document events that transpire during this age of the Zombie Defense Corps. I think it is more to try and combat the mass suicides. After all, the best way to keep someone from losing their mind is to have them talk to themselves, right?
Anyway, yeah, thats what the military has become. With the entire world consumed in an undead plague theres not much need for a military force purposed for defending against any foreign hostiles – unless his flesh is falling off his face.

Things haven't changed much in the past three years. We still use the M2 belt fed machine gun of a .50 caliber pedigree, or Ma Deuce as we affectionately call her, to cut down the enemy. Only the enemy died, usually, long before we get there. The M16A2 riffle is still a primary weapon but the M44 and 91/30 Mosin Nagant, a simple Russian bolt action from the Russo-Turkish War of 1877-'78, has become a common weapon on the battle field due to its simplicity, accuracy, and extremely cheap ammunition. When you really think about it why do you really need a metric shit-ton of super-genius weaponry when you're dealing with an enemy who has no concept of a door knob. As for other counties, I am sure they would love to attack their most held close enemy if they weren't dealing with their neighbors trying to eat their faces off.

All we know for sure at this time is that the first case was in Miami FL. where a man was seen naked eating another mans face, literally. When the police arrived they went through the standard procedure of commanding the blood drooling gentleman to cease his actions. He didn't even seem to take notice of the officers and kept enjoying his little soirée of fleshy bits. The officer then fired upon said lunatic and merely received a groan in return. It took a total of six rounds before the officer finally put one in the infidel's head and ended the personal blood bath of the assailant. At the time it was blamed on a drug called “Bath Salts”. An actual drug that resembled bath salts. However, now, three years later, it is obvious thats not what's going on at all. Unless most the general populous is stoned out of their gourd. No, my little computer screen, this is people dying then deciding to get up and have a snack.