Archive 170 Zombies

Stamped on the stolen file is Prisoner nine one two two five five seven Top Secret. Filed twenty sixth June nineteen fifty. Note to reader, I have transposed the Journal entries manuscript to a digital word file. The original manuscript is locked away. Journal Entry twenty four September nineteen forty nine. We left Kansas in a plane two hours ago. It's good to be out eleven Worth and breathing free air. This plane is uncomfortable and cold. We're en route to Europe.

I heard one of the officers say Poland we are a sorry looking lot of criminals. Everyone on this plane has been sentenced to death, but the sentences have been commuted if we agree to this mission. We don't know what the mission is. I suppose we'll find out soon enough. It's better than being hung or shot. Though I was a demolition specialist before I killed that officer. I guess they need someone to blow something up. Journal entry to

twenty nine September nineteen forty nine. We arrived yesterday at dark. The town we flew into was big. I heard the word strosen. There was a lot of traffic as we left the city into the countryside in a deuce and a half. We've been told not to ask questions and not to associate with locals. The truck ride beat us to death. Some roads are still not repaired from the war. It took four hours to get here. I don't know where we are. The place was abandoned by the Poles

years ago, maybe a plague. The Germans built concrete structures underground in nineteen forty two. This place isn't even on our maps. But here we are. The old German facility in the little town are abandoned. We are the first to arrive. We have Captain Decker, he's in charge of security, Smith who's in charge of something, and Major Flynn he's in charge of everything, whatever that might be. For the

time being, I have only spoken to Captain Decker. He wouldn't tell me why we're here or what the mission is. Fifteen men here. No one answers my questions. Journal entry, three October nineteen forty nine. More men arrived the last couple of days. We're close to eighty in total, criminal soldiers and scientists. I don't know what's going on, but apparently we're waiting for more men and supplies, and then we go to work. Something feels off. Journal entry, nine

October nineteen forty nine. Today Major Flynn gave us a heads up, not much detail. Seems like we're after something the Germans left behind. We don't know what or where. It's important to them, though so important. They burned the whole city when we arrived. It's smoldering. Days later the town had been abandoned, not much of a loss. I've been speaking with some of the new guys, and most

of them are all sentenced to death. Everyone was sentenced for different crimes, but we were all about to go to the wall and be shot when we were offered this mission. I was assigned to a squad earlier today where a bunch of misfits and deviants. Every man here is a criminal. Most are murderers. I've met a couple of arsonists. The firebugs give me the creeps. Dutch was named squad leader the High Nco among us. He knew the job well enough, so no one said a word

killers being led by a killer. This should go real well. Journal Entry, eleventh October nineteen forty nine. We finally went on patrol to the abandoned German structure. It felt like it was back in the war. The woods around the place looked exactly like Belgium during the Battle of the Bulge. The only difference is the weather. It was freezing back there. It's not too bad here. We're armed for combat on this little secret mission. Lots of boom booms and bang bangs.

We loaded up on as many rounds and grenades as we could carry. Old habits die hard, especially when you've been in a fight. I don't know what we're looking for here. As we were leaving camp, I turned around and gave it a good look. The barracks at the back, the mess hall next to them, the officers quarters, and all the shit we brought with us. The place had grown in the two weeks since we are trenches surround the town and the concrete structures. Me and Jenkins dropped

inside to check, but we found nothing interesting. The tunnels were blown out and blocked, so we left. We did a sweep of the town. Everything was burned. I walked inside one of the houses that used to be and I kicked a skeleton. Only thing was left was bones and a rusty lugar next to a skull. What happened here? Journal entry, twenty three October nineteen forty nine. Our squad is overseen patrolling around the town for days. We wake up, we have some chow, and then patrol the same trails

we were on yesterday. In the days before, we come back at dusk and we get some chow and repeat the process. We're not the only ones doing it, though. I spoke with some men from another squad watching the west flank. One of them told me that we're searching for something the Nazis were trying to use for the war, maybe a weapon. I didn't care. If I hadn't come along, I'd be a dead man by now. I finally heard Dutches's story today. He was the only survivor of a

plane crash on D Day. The Germans were looking for survivors, so he hid under rubble and the bodies of his buddies for three days. Our boys showed up and he came out. I understand why it affected him mentally. Anyone else would have killed themselves, but he survived it. I don't think I could have done it. Last night I overheard some doctors talking about something called Project Morphous. They said that we're close to finding something we aren't supposed

to ask questions. But his days pass. I'm beginning to wonder what exactly are we're looking for. Journal entry, twenty three November nineteen forty nine. I haven't been on patrol in weeks. My squad has become manual labor. We've been digging day in and day out. We eat, sleep, and dig. Two weeks ago Major Woodward gave the order to start digging. We haven't stopped since. I wish they would call in some heavy equipment. This would go a lot faster, but

it's the Army where it is. We're searching for the right bunker. We found several structures, but when we get close to clearing the dirt away, the structure collapses we moved to a new site. They've ordered some of the manual labor into town to begin excavating there. Maybe we'll find what we're looking for. This is killing me. Journal entry one, December nineteen forty nine. We found round it. I guess it's the one the scientists have been looking for. I heard a team in white lab coats went in.

They spent two days hauling stuff out. We weren't allowed to observe earlier Today me and other demolition guys went down the hole and placed explosives in the bunker. It was close to a yard of concrete in the walls and ceiling. Nothing well placed charges couldn't handle. The whole valley roared with the explosion, and I must say that after digging like crazy, blowing something up was great. Journal entry, eighteen December nineteen forty nine. The whole town is slowly

becoming an experiment. We haven't seen any of the scientists in weeks. They're all down in another bunker inside the town. We've seen trucks loaded with machinery and mysterious boxes come in and out. The genius has figured out that heavy equipment will make this all go faster. We're a mile away from the town. But when you lay on your head on your bed, you can hear the machines. Digging Journal entry twenty four December nineteen forty nine. It's Christmas

and snow's been falling. It's gotten deep outside. Now it's like the bulls. We're not allowed to send or received letters. So the major decided to throw a party for everybody. We have some booze and we're having turkey later today Journal entry too January nineteen fifty Last night, an earthquake caught us sleeping. We jumped out of our bunks and looked outside. Lights were coming from the town. A beam made of colors like a rainbow, was swirling in the sky.

The light grew bright and blinded us. Then it was gone. I couldn't see much for the rest of the night, but my eyes are improving. We asked some of the officers about those lights, and the answer we got was what lights. Most of us were deemed paranoid or with some mental disorder. We were all given meds each day. None of us took them. I would find little pills scattered all over made me laugh, but the officers never said anything about it. What were those lights, Journal entry,

five January nineteen fifty. Four days ago, a patrol squad vanished. We couldn't find them or make radio contact. They were found late today. Some supply guys stumbled on them. They were covered with snow and not obvious to anyone. Soon the corpses were hauled into camp. I looked at them and they were ripped to pieces. Officers said that was a pack of wolves. I knew wolves didn't do that to people. No predator rips bodies apart like that without

eating them. A sense of dread washed over the camp, and morale dropped like a hammer. What had killed all these men? Journal Entry, seventh January nineteen fifty There have been more killings around the camp. Everyone is afraid to go on patrol now. We don't know what the hell's going on. Every night someone disappears, and every day we find a new corpse somewhere. All of them look the same. They're eyeless, gutless and tongueless, ripped to pieces. Some are decapitated.

The major has ordered every man to perimeter duty, night watches, a rotation system. I was on watch every five days. Now it's every other night. We've dug foxholes and we've pulled out the big guns. Fifty cows were placed at fifty yard intervals. We all carried double ammo on watch. Nothing has approached. I hope it stays quiet. Journal entry, eleven January nineteen fifty. Tonight, we saw it. We saw the thing that's been killing our guys. It was nothing

made by God. It attacked a patrol that was about to enter the wire. As soon as we saw it, we opened fire. Hundreds of rounds were fired at this thing. Someone had to have hit it. Every time I closed my eyes, I still see the fire of the machine gun lighting up that thing. It had long arms and short legs, and it was hairless and had dark skin, and the sound it made it was very strange. We managed to pull two men away from the attack and

inside the wire. They're in pretty bad shape. One of them is unconscious and the other was bitting on the arm right now. He's delusional with fever, probably an infection from that animal. He keeps saying over and over, he's coming, He's coming. I couldn't sleep all night. At first light, my squad left a search for the monster. We didn't find it, but we found the trail of blood it left. The blood was black like crude oil. What are we

doing here? Journal entry twelve January nineteen fifty. Another earthquake woke us, and, like the last time, a beam of light turned the night today for a second. I closed my eyes before it blinded me again. It's good move, Davis. The guy we rescued yesterday, he killed himself. He smashed his head against the floor of the nursery. I didn't know a human could kill himself that way, Nicholson, he's the unconscious guy. Well he was gone. He had totally vanished.

Later we found him in the shower. He had cut his own throat with a knife, and on the shower wall in blood, he had written with his finger, He's coming. I've been afraid before, but never like this. Journal entry twenty seven January nineteen fifty. Things have gone from bad to worse. No one patrols at night anymore. When the sun goes down, we all jump into our foxholes and load our rifles and freeze all night and pray nothing comes for us. But the killing continues. We found two

missing men today. Something ripped out their hearts and took their heads. Their weapons were scraps of twisted metal and broken wood, covered with a thick red slime. No one dares to sleep more than three hours a day. Something's hiding there, and we want to be ready when it comes. There's a lot of veterans of the war here. Some thought in the bulge with me, and some fought in the Pacific. We've all seen war, and we've faced death and seen the horrors. But now we're afraid of something else.

You can feel it. Men who fought with me say that we're back in the bulls, and I say that too. The only difference is instead of fighting Nazis, we're fighting monsters. Journal Entry, thirty January nineteen fifty. We kill one of those things today. They tried to sneak inside the wire. I was sleeping when the fifty cows woke me up, and I rushed outside with my rifle. Then the firing ceased. I saw the guys all staring at something, and I walked for a closer look. I'm not sure what it was.

The guys fired a hundred bullets at it, but it was still alive. It was twitching. I emptied the magazine into it, but it still didn't die, and with a sudden jerk. It launched at the man closest to it. The monster swiped at the soldier and missed, but he hit his rifle and cut it in half with his claws. Someone showed up with a flamethrower. Hell, I didn't know we even had flamethrowers. We backed up, and he covered

that thing with fire. The roar of the flames and the screeches of that monster as it burned are noises I will never forget. We got to figure out a way to get out of here. God help us all. Journal entry, six February nineteen fifty. Today they brought one of the scientists back. He had been working in town in one of the bunkers. I saw him as they rushed him to the nursery, was missing an arm. Hours later we heard him scream the same words others had

said before they killed themselves. He's coming, he said. I'm not staying. To find out who he is, overheard some of the guys planning to desert. Going with them is another death sentence. Though if I get caught, where would I go? If we got away? I'm thinking ahead for the first time in my life. This place is a nightmare. I don't know how I'm going to get out of here. Journal entry, eight February nineteen fifty. Major Flynn captured half the deserters three miles from camp. A few hours later,

he sentenced them to death. Everyone was forced to witness their execution by firing squad. That could have been me standing there. I was included in a patrol today to find the other deserters. Didn't take long to find them. We followed their tracks another two miles, and their mangled corpses were laying close together in a clearing, a giant red stain in the pristine white forest snow. When is this going to end? Journal entry, twenty February nineteen fifty.

Yesterday forty more men showed up, their regular infantry, not criminals like us. Their gung hoe to get into a fight. But they don't realize that they've been sent into hell. They found out when the Major sent them in squads to patrol different areas around the town. I think the strategy was if one squad gets taken out by the creature, the other three would make it. Some made it back alive, but most didn't. The soldiers who walked back were showing

signs of going mad. Like the others. They will soon be dead too, by their own hands. And as days go by, I wonder if God is watching us. I don't think he is. Journal Entry, twenty two February nineteen fifty. I'm losing my mind in this god forsaken place. Last night I had a dream I was floating somewhere and it was cold, dark and empty. I felt a hand on my neck and a voice said, I'm coming for you all. I woke up and I had a black mark on my neck. It was like the black crude

type blood we found weeks before. It wouldn't wash off. I went for some challenge. Saw that every soldier has the same mark on his neck. I'm hearing the voice in my head now. It's coming from the town, coming from that old bunker. Journal Entry, Tree one April nineteen fifty. Men are now being killed, one by one. I'm losing my mind. The demons are roaming the perimeter, killing everyone they can get their hands on. There's more than one.

We're beginning to lose it. I hear him getting closer and closer, and I hear the same words, over and over and over. I'm coming. Journal Entry, nine April nineteen fifty. We found Barnaby dead on the bathroom floor. Today he smashed his head against the wall. I still hear the voice. Journal entry, twelve April nineteen fifty. There are fewer of us each day. Captain Decker killed himself this morning. Dutch disappeared. Last night Powers was in the nursery after something tore

his arm off. I'm losing track of the days. The major disappeared last night. He went straight into that evil town. Now there are only a few of us left. We're running low on AMMO and food. God help us. He's coming. Journal entry, fifteen April nineteen fifty. There are five of us left. All the others have killed themselves or have been killed by the monsters now roaming inside the perimeter. I'm in hell and God has forsaken me, and I'm going to die a terrible death. I have no will

to fight. It's hopeless. He's coming. Journal entry, eighteen April nineteen fifty. He came today. Everything is going dark. I'm about to die. Journal entry twenty four June nineteen fifty. I think I survived. I don't know how I got here or how long I've been here. This hospital is bright and white soft sheets on soft beds. No one is in the room with me. There's an animal smell in the room. I've smelled it before. I'm not sure where I can smell the nurses perfume in the hallway.

That's weird. I hear English spoken outside the room. Maybe I'm back in the States. A nurse just peeked in on me and smiled, he's awake, doctor, I heard her say. Later, three officers entered my room with their assistance. There was standing room only. They stared at me like looking at an animal at the zoo. Do you know what you are? As the senior officer, I'm alive, I said, But do you know what happened? And what you are? What was he talking about? I shut my mouth. That's always best

when the questions come from officers. A mirror was on the night stand, and I raised my hand to reach it, but restraints held my arm tight to the bed. I hadn't noticed them where my hand should have been. A bony gnarled, Oh God, that's not my hand, it's a monster's hand. What the hell is this? And I struggle with the restraints. An officer nodded at the nurse she held the mirror in front of me. That's not me,

I said, that's not me. I was filled with rage, and I growled at the humans, and I fought against the restraints. The nurse ran to my side and injected me, and all faded to black again. Final journal entry, twenty five June nineteen fifty I'm back at Leavenworth, in a cell in solitary. I hear no noises, I'm alone, and I'm hungry.