(The following is a transcripts from a video recording found in the abandoned home of what was yet another faceless victim of the infection.
We have taken the video and transcribed it to give you a better picture of what was transpiring to him and around him as he started his transformation.)
Sue the Anchor Women: “Topping tonight’s broadcast; mass outbreaks of rioting and fighting throughout our cities south side. We have currently on location Brian Palmer, Brian what can you tell us about what is happening down there and how did it start?”
Brian Palmer: Well Sue, unfortunately right now there isn’t much information that I can tell you and what little we do know is sketchy at best but if you take a look behind me you can see that there is defiantly something going on. The sky is black from an unknown amount of fires burning and periodically we can hear rapid gun fire followed by loud screaming.
Police are keeping us well back from the area and as of yet have not yet issued any statement but we do know it’s pretty bad because there is a constant flow of ambulances entering and leaving the area.
As for what is happening, there been no confirmed reports but what we are hearing is the riots are gang related and unusually violent of course in this type of conflict there are numerous bystanders.
One of the paramedics I was able to talk with simply said that several of the victims were covered in what looked like deep scratches and bite marks but before I could ask anything further he rushed his latest patient, who was covered with a blood soaked sheet, into his ambulance and was gone.
Hold on a minute Sue….Sue were getting orders to move further back, apparently the police have been unsuccessful in keeping the problem contained so there going to try and reorganize and try stopping the violence from spreading further by setting up barricades were we currently are, so for now I’ll send it back to the studio and you Sue.”
Sue the Anchor Woman: “Well thank you Brian and please keep us informed when you get any new information.
Well it looks as if Brian’s in for a very long night if the police can’t get the situation under control.
Right now though we need to take a break but when we come back we have a story that will touch your heart. An interview with Melinda Dubach who has organized a charity concert that has brought together third grade students from over six local elementary schools.
That performance is tonight at the Ribbon Center and all the proceeds will be going to research to bring awareness to help children with disabilities.
Will be right back, please join us.
….son of a bitch, not only is the city falling rapidly into anarchy, but from now until the time I die, which will be shortly by the look of things, I’m going to be forced to listen to the same news reports with their expert witnesses weighing in because yet again the corporate news organizations will be repeating the same news over and over again but in a different format each time trying to pretend that something new has happened with ground breaking interruptions every three minutes just to liven things up and keep us tuned in, what a load of crap.
First things first, how do I know I’m going to die? Well it’s simple really; if you will look down at my right thigh you will see a great big gapping whole that’s used to have a bunch of nerves, muscle and skin but now it’s gone thanks to some lunatic and I can’t stop the bleeding.
Secondly if all the “news” reports and there experts are to be believed then that bastard that ripped it out with his bare teeth was infected with some fast working virus, I don’t think they named it yet but they will probably call it the aquatic virus because we already have a bird and swine flu so why not fish. Anyways this new flu/virus has a one hundred percent death toll within seventy two hours of being infected, with the surest way of catching it is, you guessed it, through a bite. So either way you look at it I am defiantly screwed.
But I don’t really think the virus will kill me because I’ll probably bleed to death first and let me just tell you this, I hope and pray that when and if I do come back I will have retained something that was once me so I can go and get even with the people who pissed me off in life, starting with this local news station.
Hold on a minute.
(We see the unknown man stand up on wobbly legs and go off camera. There is lots of noises in the background of things being moved around and knocked over carelessly and a couple of minutes later the man re-enters the cameras frame wearing a bicycle helmet, knee pads and elbow pads and has changed the dressing on his leg.
There was a window behind him but because of where he had been sitting we were unable to see it but now that he has moved we see a continuous stream of black smoke drifting by the window with the sounds of sirens, either police or fire, filtering in through the glass window.
Sorry about that but the way I figure it is if I come back dead I’ll probably be falling down a lot so I figured it would probably be best to protect my joints as best as possible and as for the hat, the so called media has been reporting that the best way to take out an infected person is to either shoot or hit the person in the head. The bike helmet won’t stop a bullet but it might deflect a blow enough to allow me to accomplish my mission.
(Starts coughing violently)
Listen, sorry if I sound pissed off but I am and I ask you, wouldn’t you be too? I went to the store to get a lousy pack of cigarettes, which the clerk refused to sell me because I forgot my I.D., and as I’m storming out of the store some clown attacks me and rips open my leg with his teeth, HIS FREAKING TEETH.
After some time, with next to no help from the clerk we eventually killed the guy. At the time we thought we just knocked him out and after numerous, unsuccessful attempts to contact an ambulance or the police I was forced to leave the body there and drive myself to the emergency room and spend one of my last remaining days on earth, standing around for most of the day.
With typical emergency room efficiency the place was standing room only. There wasn’t a place to lean on a wall yet alone sit in a chair or on the floor and as I stood in a line that went almost out the entrance doors to wait to fill out paperwork, I threw my hands up in discuss and figured I would be better off taking my chances on my own.
As I was pulling out of the parking lot I was forced over to the shoulder of the road as at twenty cop cars came barreling into the parking lot with there sirens screaming. I pulled out as they passed and I turned the corner up the road and looked back at the hospital and saw the cops setting up a road block with those tough looking orange cones and yellow tape, these guys were holding nothing back.
So I finally ended back up here, hobbled into my living room, wrapped my wound as best I could and settled in to see if I could find out exactly what was going on.
That was when I had first heard about the riots that had broken out on the south side of town and that it was the news stations opinion why everyone was behaving so bizarre. You know the typical stuff, robbing, looting and eating and biting people.
(Starts coughing some more, and now we can see some trace amounts of blood around his mouth.)
Eventually the anchor person brings out her “scientific advisor” who starts to relate to us, the adoring public, all types of facts and figures and then breaks out the heavy guns and tells us that the hospitals had called in the CDC and they had isolated a virus in the victims from the riots that was displaying unusual characteristics.
When asked by the anchor women to elaborate he just ignored her question and continued saying that “all the evidence wasn’t in yet so the facts hadn’t been corroborated so it would be wrong of him to speculate on what it was they had found.”
Yeah right, this guy should be a politician. Just once in the short time I had left I wish someone would just answer a question truthfully and tell us something useful such as how the hell do we stop it if were infected and how do we stop it from spreading further. Instead we get the same old song and dance with a dash of deflection, such as blaming it on the riots.
Riots my ass! There is no way all of this was because of a bunch of unhappy gang banger going at one another. Riots don’t have people dying and coming back to life, which is an absurd statement, cause there dead so how can they come back to life. Then to put the icing on the cake, once there up and around again they start attacking and eating people. Once they have had there fill then there leftovers get up and start that particular gruesome lifecycle all over again.
Riots my ass! They tried to hide Roswell and J.F.K. but there is no way the government was going to sweep this under the rug.
The Government and the news and anyone associated with them were all trying to deflect what was really happening and what the cause was but all you had to do was think back a few days and remember and if that was too hard, look out your freaking window!
The way I figure it the problem actually started a day before the riots broke out. It was about two in the morning and I was coming home from the bar when suddenly the sky over the south part of the city was lit up like a gigantic light bulb.
The very next day, how soon people forget, there were reports listed in the police blotter in the paper of several people reporting unusual and violent acts perpetrated upon there bodies. One had to do with an attack on a little girl and her mother and the rest had to do with desecration and defilement of bodies in a nearby cemetery.
No one ever bothered to find out what that flash was or where the bodies went so the riots became a convenient excuse, a weak one but still convenient and the Government , God bless them, tried to use it for there cover up.
In my opinion the government had something go wrong that night, either some biological cotangent got loose or something fell from the sky …
(He starts coughing even more violently and get up off his chair and as he moves away from the camera it gets a little quieter but then he suddenly re-enters the frame.)
Sorry about that, I went to open the front door a crack so I could make sure I could get out of the house once I had changed. I’m sitting here telling you all of this and I decided that the governments been taking a bite out of my ass for so long that I thought I should return the favor and add them to my list as well as the news people.
I need to wrap this up because I don’t think I have very much time left. I’ve run out of things to wrap my leg with to stop the bleeding and I don’t think it matters much anymore.
The skin around the bite has turned a grayish-green color and is starting to stink pretty bad and to top it off my vision is starting to blur, my stomach is cramping and I’m getting pretty damn weak and shaky.
Well I could have thought of at least a thousand better ways to die but what can you do?
Let me see if I have everything I need. I have my safety equipment, the front door is ajar; so I don’t get lock in so the only thing left to do is try something my ex-girlfriend learned from one of those yoga classes. I just need to keep repeating to myself over and over again, you know something that will hopefully help me retain some of my memories and I will die with these as my last words.
I will be coming back!
I will retain some of my memories, especially the ones about the government and the television news.
I will be aware and not a mindless, well, zombie.
I will be aware, I will be coming back
And if this works then I owe my ex a big hug just before I eat her brains.
Man I could use a cigarette.