It was the vaccines. Our own government did this to us. They killed us.  They injected us with technology and made us murder each other while they sat back and watched.

My gun was leaning against the wall when I got shot, and I have no ammunition left for the handgun.  I have nothing but a pocketknife.  I dragged myself through the snow and hid in this shed, but it wont be hard for them to follow the trail of blood.  I think I hear them coming now.  I am going to post this, and chances are you will never hear from me again.

You never know, though.  I’ve been pretty lucky so far.

The signs last year, the warnings of the global cooperation under the United Nations and a joint military, they seemed unreal during the pandemic of the flus.  Six or seven vaccinations over a 45 day period completely disrupted the world.  People were too worried about all the different flu strains, and nobody connected any dots, nobody understood that the laws they were passing and treaties they were signing with the rest of the world gave up our rights as an individual country and made us one big planet with one government and a unified military.  I never even would have thought that was a bad thing until I started seeing people die in this little podunk town in America.

I made it as far as three miles into the water system, going inward and letting the water flow behind me as I walked down the water tunnel.  Eventually there were guards dressed in wetsuits and scuba gear, and they were not military.

They were heavily armed, and they were civilians.

I slightly pulled my shotgun upward, but saw no use and they closed in fast.  They “asked” and I “told”.  They spent a minute going through my pack and one of them pulled out my Netbook.  They couldnt get online with it but they could read through my backup documents, and by doing that they were able to read most of my blog.

“You’ve seen some shit, huh”.  The one guy said.

I just waited for them to finish rifling through my stuff and make up their mind what to do with me.

They continued scanning through the Netbook, and came to Dr. Stolford’s data regarding nanobots and whatnot.  They made about as much sense of it as I did.  There wasnt much else to see so they gave it back and returned me my things.

I was given the option of turning around and going back up to the death waiting for me up top, or going further into the tunnel and hiding out in the old water reservoir system.  I would be expected to fight for them as long as I was inside their location.  I said that would be fine.

We went through an old system off to the right.  It had pools that received overflow still from before renovations, but it was old and lighting was dark.  At least a hundred and fifty women and children were living here, ready at a moments notice to swim into an unlit pool and hide for as long as necessary.  Everything was kept secure and hidden, and the echoing sounds of any approaching  maintenance workers on this end of the tunnel so far from the actual reservoir would be heard for miles.

It was comfortable, most places to sit were roll-able padding that you could make into a tube quite quickly and slide underneath you when you went into your dark little nest of water if the soldiers came.  Mine was a quilt sown together and covered with a slick green plastic.  I stretched out on it and was thankful I was allowed to keep my guns as they told me their story.  A few cigarettes were handed out, but most didn’t smoke, already thinking extra seconds of breathing meant extra seconds of life in a situation like this.

I asked aloud how people started finding each other and a person who took strong faith in the Bible spoke out first, saying too many old testament signs and new testament signs were being fulfilled, and the main point of all the “end times” messages were being directly related to the one government and the one currency.  There were murmurs of agreements from around the group, and the next person spoke.

“I worked in vaccinations,” he said, “and I know that they put nanobots in the ends of needles last year.”

My jaw dropped and I looked for the three security guards that read my blog post.  They didnt appear to make the connection.

“I read some information stating it would cause mass violence and homicide,” he continued, “and that the government would have prior knowledge to this reaction.  They would then begin exterminating those  people committing these acts. ”

If I hadn’t read the information on the Netbook regarding the nanotechnology, I dont think this would have been more of a shock to me than anything else.  I had went to chuch when I was a kid and been through the bible a few times.  The bible information should have moved me more than the nanotechnology stuff, but now Dr. Stolford’s information was all flashing back inide my head.

The man continued.  “I did not get that strain of nanobot technology.  I was scheduled to get the 6 vaccines over the 45 days.  I immediately started trying to connect with people that knew about things.  I connected with Ms. Evans over there.  She knew the signs of the Bible were being fulfilled.  And Chuck Abram over here.  He’ll tell you what he saw.”

A man who I assumed would only make sense to be Chuck Abram leaned back and stretched before going into his tale.  It was regarding a government job and seeing a “red list” and a “blue list” come across his desk.  The list for FEMA camp extermination.

He was still going on about “those murderous bastards” when I slid across the water slicked surface and made my way over to the gentleman who spoke regarding the nanites.  the wetsuit they provided me with was a bit large and moved across the floor somewhat clumsily, but it would do.  I was without an oxygen tank, however, as those were scarce and I was just a visitor.  If anyone came, I was to swim to one of the few air pockets and tread water.  A bit riskier, but I understood.

The mans name was Parker, and he stated that he did not know Dr. Stolford, but he was familiar with his data.

“Dr Stolford is a top level scientist,” Parker stated.  “Some of this material I dont even understand, but this is the same thing.  Nanotechnology embedded into the chosen survivors, which is 500 million people, and then the rest of the world would receive the nanite programming to…well, to do this,” he said, and gestured above ground and then around him to the gathering of refugees underneath.  “But not everyone took the vaccine.”

I know I didnt.  I wasnt having all kinds of shit injected into me when there was already so much stuff in the air and the water and the food I eat.

“So now the ones that didnt get the vaccines; the ones that are not vicious killers, they just have to be eradicated as well.  Nobody will really be left to complain but the ones that were meant to survive.  And I dont see any reason for them to complain.”

“Yeah, neither do I”.  I said and tried to comprehend something this sinister.

I let the information sink in for a few days, going on hunting runs with them and basically just helping out; washing what needed to be washed and cleaning rifles, baiting traps.  I was shown their stockpile of weaponry and asked a few times if I had interest in joining them, learning some secrets, seeing some escape routes.  I told them I was not sure yet and still was thinking about moving on.

It turned out twenty of them had met down there for “resistance” meetings once a week when things first started getting alarming, and as the concern grew, so did their numbers.  Once the emergency broadcast started they all stayed down there after bringing their personal stockpiles of weapons and supplies from home.  They were pretty well fortified and could survive down there for quite some time if they went undetected.  And didnt get too cold in the wintertime.

After about a week I was ready to move and see what was above.  Life below was starting to get a little weird, like the “above ground” was only for hunting and gathering supplies and you were meant to live below, in this small three hundred foot wide dome with faded and peeled yellow paint and barely any lighting, forever.  I was even approached by some woman and asked if I wanted to be her  “tunnel husband”, which I found somewhat flattering but mostly just depressing and fucked up; that the world had gotten so insane that I would spend four or five days in a water tunnel and be proposed to by a lady in a scuba suit carrying a handgun and a flashlight.  It was time to go.  I was coming back, but I had to find some new information.

Like what was the deal with the nanotechnology in the chosen 500 million.

I’m topside again, and I think I have finally made my way behind the death squad.  I’m going to find me some answers.  I need a really big computer.  I know a little about computer security, and what I dont know I can learn.  I am going to find out every bit of information I can about Dr. Stolford, his research, and what kind of technology these “survivors” have been embedded with.  Theres been a question that has been bothering me since this whole thing began.

Whats the difference with these two kinds of killers?  Why are the one type, the berzerkers, so mindless, and the other kind so smart and fast and fucking good at it?  Whats the one got that the other doesnt?

Maybe a different group of nanintes?  Maybe an entirely different programming?

Whatever it is, I intend to find out.

They’re EVERYWHERE.  National Guard.  FEMA.  Private Security outfits marked with different names and different insignias.  I made my way underground sometime around the end of October, and what I thought was a nightmare then was just a precursor to some fucked up reality that I am now forced to live in.  The smell of gunpowder fills the air and the sound of gunshots leap up here and there, reminding me how unsafe it is above ground.

They don’t want our guns.  They don’t want to disarm us and round us up into some camp, or ration out our food.

They’re shooting us dead in the streets.

I know there are people reading this now.  I’ve gotten your emails.  Do yourselves a favor and don’t send your location in the emails.  There’s something seriously wrong here…I saw them shoot a woman on her knees, her hands in the air stretched far above her head.  Her body dropped dead to the ground and then they opened fire on her children.  These people aren’t here to help us.  They’re murdering us.

I met some people down here underground.  They’ve been down here for a while, but the living situation is “grim”, to say the least.  I cant even say what type of tunnel system it is, in case “they” are reading it…  I think I have some answers, but I don’t have time to type and send it all right now.  Let me put it together and get back to you later.

Shit.  The dogs are coming .  I cant let them find me.  I have to get back underground.  I’ll send more later.  If these dogs get my scent, I’m fucked.

Good luck everyone.  It looks like things just got a whole lot worse.

Now, if it comes down to him or me catching that bullet, I am going to choose him every time.  And I don’t feel bad because I am sure he feels the same way.

The shots are coming from miles behind me, mostly around the military camp I saw from my apartment.  Where I am now is mostly just hills and mountains.  Barely any people.  A good place to hide out for now, but I have a feeling anyone that escapes the National Guard will head this way.  It is the least populated area and easiest to disappear.  I’m sure the military guys know that, too and will sweep this area when they are finished with the towns.  I will be gone long before then, though, heading back to the area they mark as “clean”.  Stock up on food, maybe find some dead soldiers and get an automatic weapon. I’ll sleep a lot better if I can get an automatic weapon.

I needed to find a place to charge this Netbook battery before I could start circling back, though.  I have spent the last two days reading all the data saved on it and I drained both batteries.  Man, this is some crazy shit.  I cant make a lot of sense of it, but I looked a lot of it up on the web and it’s pretty mind blowing.

Do you guys remember that huge vaccine program we had last year?  Against the H1N1 and N5H1 viruses?  There is all kinds of research on this computer regarding nanotechnology and the vaccines.  At first I thought it was all bullshit.  I had never heard of real life application of nanotechnology; the most information I had ever come in contact with it was from video games and movies, but the more I read and the more I researched it for myself, the more I realized this stuff was for real.  This was actual scientific research on the use of nanotechnology on human beings.

What made it even more interesting is that all this data belonged to a guy who worked for a major pharmaceutical company, not just some crazy guy looking into this from the outside.  “Dr. Stanley Tribbet, lead scientist team A” is what it says on his memos.  Well, Dr. Tribbet, thanks for the information.  Sorry you ended up murdered and spread all over the living room walls.

I have to find a place to hide out for a few days.  I’ve been checking this one area out, but I’m still not sure how safe it is.  Now that I have these batteries charged I think I am going to take a look.

It looks like a good place to hide out, I just need to be sure I am the only one down there before I get all comfortable.  Wouldn’t want to wake up to a gun in my face.

Or worse.

Someone prevented that from happening, though.

I got there a few hours before sundown, choosing to travel by day and get to them by nightfall, that way I grab them and travel back under cover of dark.  No sense giving them a box of food and then leaving, not if I really wanted to help.  That would have only kept them alive for another day or two. Better to bring them with me and show them how to fish or make traps or something.  They probably worked for the big insurance company in town and stayed glued to their TVs 24/7.  No clue, no food, but I bet they all still had their Ipods.  lol

Their bodies were spread all over the place, bloody clothes left strewn throughout the grass, and at first I thought an animal had done it.  What animal could rip apart three grown adults, I had no idea, but then I saw the incisions.  They were dissected.  Not exactly surgically, but these folks were cut apart with a knife.  And a damn big one.  It was brutal.  They must have been caught off guard, because the three of them were all dead within fifteen feet of each other.  They ended up spread out a lot further in diameter, though.  Parts thrown here and there.  I’m guessing that they scrambled down the ladder from their little alcove, right into the arms of a sick son of a bitch with a knife.  He must have been fast, but the three I passed didnt ecactly look like they could do much running.  Damn, they got caved up good.

I could sit here and feel guilty; beat myself up over not stopping the first time, but what good would that do?  There is only “now”, and I need to worry about whoever did that to them.

I’ll help the next sorry saps I see, I just have to get through the night alive.

I’m glad I stopped back in the apartment across the hall.  I was wondering how I was going to keep blogging if I left home.  Not that there’s anyone out there to read it, but it helps keep me sane.  The dead guy had one of those portable “netbooks” with a spare battery and portable charge kit tucked away in his desk.  I think he was a scientist or something and did a lot of work out in the field.  You should see some of the crazy shit he has saved on this thing.  Stuff about nanotechnology and microbiology.  Really complicated.  I cant make sense of it, but I haven’t really had time to read it all.  I’m staying on the move till I get somewhere safe.

I saw a few people a few miles back.  They looked hungry and desperate.  Two men and a young woman, all three of them hiding in an old tree fort that looked about as frail as they did.  We didn’t say anything to each other, just made eye contact as I walked by.  If I had anything to offer them, I would, but I don’t.  I guess they’ll find a way to eat, or they’ll die.  That’s not really my problem.  They are in the woods, for fucks sake, surrounded by animals and fish and berries and edible plants.  If they cant find a way to eat, maybe they watched too much TV before all this shit want down.  Not my problem.

Why does it seem like I am trying to convince myself?  Maybe because I keep seeing their hungry faces every time I take a bite of the stew I just heated up.  Well, too late now.  That was miles ago, and I’m not backtracking.  I have hours more of daylight and I want to get as far from the National Guard camp as I can by nightfall.

I read the president’s “emergency powers act”, along with the emergency powers granted to the governor of my state. They can collect and ration the food, alcohol, firearms and gasoline. Saying “collect and ration” is just a polite way of telling me that if they want my guns or my gas they will come and take it from me. The world has gone crazy, the person next to me might be plotting to cut out my heart, and they want me to give up my guns? They want me to let them ration out the food and line up like a sheep for the slaughter? Fuck that. No way. Time to hit the road.

The problem is, I think someone has been creeping around the place the last few nights.

I know the National Guard camp is to the north. I am hoping to find a way to get behind them and disappear into the confusion and chaos. It’s going to take a long time to disarm this part of the state, but the population is really dispersed. I’m sure they will work in grids, locking down a section at a time until they finish off a quadrant, then regroup and move to a new quadrant. If I can get out of sight and disappear, the best place to be will be a quadrant they think is already disarmed. After that it’s just a matter of staying undetected. And not running out of supplies. And not running into any sick fucking killers. Or anyone that wants to rob me of my guns. Yeah, I guess that about covers it.

I just heard something outside again. I have a feeling it’s the guy who did the artwork across the hall. I gotta sweep that apartment one last time. I’m sure there’s something I missed.

Then it’s time to try my chances out there.

Those lights off in the distance weren’t there a month ago.  Just farmland and a few stores, a diner and a gas stop.  Now it’s lit up like a Christmas display.

I think I just figured out what I was seeing the other day.  Probably FEMA setting up a temporary installation.  It wasn’t a church picnic, that’s for sure.

I waited till well after dark and made my way into the apartment across the hall. The layout was the same as mine, first a spacious living room and then a kitchen off to the right and two bedrooms on the left. The first thing to greet me was the smell, but it wasn’t that bad. It had been almost a month, which was enough time for the bodily gasses to release and the skin to start to dry out. There was no mistaking it though; death was in the air.

I turned on the light switch and my sight was assaulted next. Even though a month had passed the attack on this sense was no less violent. The blood had gone from red to muddy brown, and it was everywhere. The floor, the walls, the ceiling. The living things that were feasting on the carnage scurried from the illumination, creating the illusion that the streaks of blood were moving.

I knew it was going to be bad, but I wasn’t prepared for the reality of the situation. This mess, all this blood came from people I knew. People I interacted with every day. It took a few minutes for me to move through the living room and inspect the rest of the place, mostly because I was in no rush to see any more.

The kitchen was streaked with blood as well, and I began to notice there were patterns and symbols smeared throughout the place. Most I couldn’t recognize, but they looked very old. Maybe Egyptian or Sumerian. I tried to stop making sense of it and continued to search the place for the bodies. I know I could have just grabbed what I needed and ran, but I wanted some sort of closure. I wanted to know how they died, or at least I thought I did at the time.

Now I’m not so sure.

The master bedroom was my last stop and what I saw made me recoil in horror. The parents were both bound and gagged, tied to chairs facing the center of the room, their lifeless eyes still open and mouths stretched tight in fits of rage. Their hands were swollen and it looked as if they both struggled so hard with their bonds that they nearly cut straight through their skin. It was easy to see why when I looked to the center of the floor and saw their children laying there with their hands tied tightly to the heavy wooden bed frame behind them. They were so mutilated and tortured that they were beyond recognition. There were no gags in their mouths, most likely so that mom and dad could hear the screams. A crude pentagram was laid out on the floor and the same symbols found throughout the apartment were carved into the hardwood.

This was more than a kill. This was torture and sacrifice in front of two witnesses, and then those witnesses were bled out and used to decorate the interior for whatever sick deity was being praised.

I’m not sure how long it took me to get myself together, but it was a long time. I got up, grabbed my shotgun, and walked back out through the door. No supplies, no checking for batteries or other useful items, I just got the fuck out of there and went back to my place to wash the taste of puke from my mouth. I polished off the last of my whiskey and crawled into bed, knowing I was in shock but unsure what to do about it. No scouting mission yesterday morning, and now the weather is so bad that I am not sure when I will get the next chance. Today I finally got the balls to go back across the hall and grab some food from the kitchen, but I haven’t searched the rest of the place yet. I’m no pussy, but everyone has their limits.

Except for whoever did that in there. He’s probably got no limits at all.

I’m going to head north across town tomorrow. I’ll grab the rifle and see if I can figure out what those people were up to on Friday.

I know I’d be much safer if I would just stay indoors, but sitting alone in a room for the rest of my life sounds more like prison than freedom. Besides, I’m not abandoning the apartment for good. I’m just looking for some answers, maybe some people I can trust. It’s better than sitting here surfing the net and talking to myself.

If I’m going to die, I’d rather die trying than hiding like a coward.

Tonight I think I’ll pay a visit to the apartment across the hall. I want to get all my supplies locked up tight before I head out, and I figure I should grab whatever I can from there and lock it up as well. I’ve put it off long enough. I’m just not looking forward to seeing what types of things were done to those bodies, especially the kids. I liked those kids.

The boy was four and the girl was seven. I remember they would watch and laugh every time I tried to fish the large pond behind the apartments because the geese would always chase me. They’d hide behind a tree not nearly as big as the two of them, barely obstructed from view as they pointed and giggled while the geese tried to take a bite out of me. I would laugh too, but I would pretend to get mad at the geese and stomp around the yard as the two of them would fall into hysterics but try to remain hidden from sight.

The thought of seeing their blood smeared on the walls and their bodies laying limp in some corner makes me very angry. I wouldn’t even think about going in there if I didn’t have to. I am almost willing to just let the food go to waste.

Almost.

I walked back to my apartment and grabbed my 30/30 Remington, laying flat and using the powerful scope to get a better perspective of what was out there. I could see the next set of stores just beyond the town crossing, and I was relieved to see a bit of activity. I couldn’t make out who the figures were, military or civilian, but there were definitely about fifteen people gathered together near the diner where I used to grab my breakfast in the morning. I would kill for a cup of coffee right now.

After my little surveilance mission I returned to my own apartment and was startled by the sound of smashing glass from the storefront window below. I immediately dropped the rifle and replaced it with the Mossberg 12 gauge shotgun, patting the side pocket of my cargo pants to make sure the .38 I always carried was still right there where it should be before I left. It was.

I made it down the rear staircase and around the front of the building quickly and then slowed my approach, using caution. I knew it was probably just a looter, but it could also be one of the killers running around town. I wasn’t taking any chances.

Just as I made it around to the front of the store I was greeted by a local police SUV and three officers. Luckily two of the officers recognized me and they didn’t shoot on sight. They did order me to return to my residence immediately and stay out of sight. At least they didn’t try and take my guns. I didn’t argue and made my way back around to the rear of the building quickly, but not before hearing a barrage of gunfire coming from the front. They didnt even yell out a warning, they just shot whoever it was on sight. Looting was a serous offense, one of the reasons I hadn’t raided the empty store beneath me. Also the reason I hadn’t reported the family across the hall as deceased. I needed their supplies, and if the police came in to remove the bodies I was pretty sure they would remove the contents of the apartment as well. I don’t know why I thought this, I just did. Like I said before, I wasn’t taking any chances.

I could hear the officers boarding up the broken window and I went downstairs to offer some assistance, more to get information than out of altruism, and as I exited the building I could see three figures off in the distance. It was the kids from the other day. The ones that mercilessly smashed that woman’s head in. They smiled at me chillingly and the one gave me the finger. I just kept my head down and made my way back to the front, choosing to keep my mouth shut. I wasn’t sure how the law worked these days, but I am sure I still needed more evidence than my word against theirs.

The cops told me they didn’t need any help, and I saw that they were right. They had the place boarded up and marked “NO ADMITTANCE”. Their lips were also sealed tightly, and I didn’t get much information from them before they drove away. I did get a wave from the one cop, a guy a few years behind me in high school. I’d much rather one of those cigarettes they were smoking than a wave.

I unlocked the outside entrance to the apartment again, looking around for the punks that were hiding in the woods a few minutes ago. They were nowhere to be seen, but I could feel them watching me. I left the door unlocked and walked up the steps, inviting evil into my home just like the old vampire movies I grew up on. I entered my place, sat down on my couch, clutched the shotgun and waited for the overconfidence that always accompanies fools like these It didn’t take long for me to be rewarded. I could hear them coming up the wooden stairway, their heavy boots echoing through the hall.

I waited till they were almost at my door and then rose up swiftly and made my way towards the door. I took a deep breath and lunged forward, catching the first one off guard and spraying his skull across the t-shirt of the one behind him. I immediately chambered another round and dropped the second one where he stood, putting the pellets into the now blood and bone streaked shirt he wore before he had time to react.

The third kid dropped to his knees as I slid the action of the shotgun again. His head raised up and looked at me, and I leveled my gun in his direction. I expected him to beg for his life, to plead with me and ask me to let him go. I was wrong. The only reason this kid dropped to his knees was physical. His brain went into momentary shock. There was no pleading expression on his face. Only hatred and rage. His face said “fuck you”, not “save me”. The moment he had control over his legs again he lunged forward and the moment he lunged forward I squeezed the trigger. He fell over dead a moment later.

I wasn’t expecting him to attack. I relaxed the gun on my shoulder for a moment, and the kickback was intense. I’ll probably have a bruise for days. I’m just glad I didn’t miss. That little bastard looked like he wanted to chew my throat out.

That was my first taste of what people are calling “berzerkers”; the violent psychopaths that run around killing recklessly. Those worry me, but not nearly as much as the other ones that are killing people these days. Those aren’t reckless at all, and you never see them coming.

I saw a few local cops the other day dragging a body and they were carrying AR15s and had MP cuffs around their arms. They are saying nobody can travel outside of county limits. Supplies will be made available whenever possible. That doesn’t sound too reassuring.

I live in the sticks, which has me really clueless as to how bad this is. T.V. is useless, radio too. I don’t have a sort wave, and the internet is a damn waste of time. I spend hours trying to find something and when I do it is usually just insane ramblings and conspiracy theories. No news, no facts. Nobody has any idea what is happening, and if they do they aren’t posting about it. I keep searching for a forum or a blog with some new information. MySpace, Twitter, Facebook, they all closed by request of the federal government. So did lots of other sites, and the news networks like CBS and CNN are all just linked to the emergency feed and FEMA’s website.

The average person’s site is still up and running, but most people just aren’t posting. Maybe they’re dead. Google is down, Yahoo, Hotmail, Gmail. I have an email address here at this domain I can use, but that’s about it. I guess the government can handle an emergency. It’s up to me to find some supplies, though.

There are only a few apartments in my building. Beneath are three stores and then not much else for miles. The one apartment has been empty for years, and the other has three corpses rotting inside it. The smell gets pretty bad in the afternoon, but it’s been a while since they were killed, so it is starting to go away. At some point I am going to have to go in there and raid the cabinets because I am running out of food. I have things packed in my bag in case I have to hit the road, but I don’t want to use any of that if I don’t have to. I’m sure the Stolford’s wont mind if I help myself to their food. They’re dead.

For now I will just keep inspecting the empty apartment down the hall. I’m not sure if I am ready to see whatever they did to those kids. The two of them screamed the longest.  What the fuck is wrong with people.

I need to find some information so I can start to formulate some sort of plan. Sitting here is like waiting for someone to kill me.

I was just sitting here listening to the emergency broadcast on the radio, and a group of kids grabbed some lady beneath my window. I could hear the woman screaming as they smashed her head open. Over and over again they kept raising her up from the ground and slamming her skull into the curb. They didnt even take anything from her. They just walked away once she was dead. By the time I made it outside it was too late, her head was split in several places and her eyes were completely blank. It was foolish of me to even step outside to help, but I couldn’t just listen to the screams.

Is there anyone on this planet who hasn’t gone crazy?