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.