Just to inform everyone this is my first book. I know this has a lot of errors that need fixed. This is just a work in progress. I'm just writing off the top of my head and see where it goes. I hope who ever reads this might like where it leads. Please read and leave comments. I shall do the same when I get the time.Thanks and enjoy :)
My name was Clark Johnson. I was born April 5, 1935. My date of death was June 20, 1971. My body corpse lay somewhere in the jungle. Rotting and never to be found. Yet the story of my soul continues.
Some would say what I'm about to tell you isn't the truth. But I remember everything thing, what this nation was, and is, and what it might have become. Every man carries something, and that's lies and secrets. I was apart of the military and much, much more than anyone would believe.
In 1950 there was a discovery which would change the world for ever. FBI had discovered that the nation would be under attack by two sources. Not only the nation, but the world. virus and chaos would spread. It first started in Vietnam. People would get sick and die off, or so we thought. They came back in numbers with no fear. The dead only had one objective and that was to eat off the living.
Only one year later in 1951, they would run into one new discovery. It started in Germany small towns. you would never hear about this on radio or news at that time. There were men who were known to drink the blood of the living. You could never hear them or even spot them in the day. At night they were as normal as you and I. Well to a point. We would send military troops in on a shh shh bases. All 20 men we sent in died, never to be heard of again.
After many men died, The Government formed A new branch. Only the best of the could join, or for that matter even hear about the project. It was called The FVZA project. It was formed to do one thing and thing alone. To kill the living dead, and Vampires. Some would say this sounds crazy. I see it as a way to save our self's from the one thing we hate the most, fear. I was part of this the FVZA and this is my story.
I was born in a small town just on the outskirts of New York City. I remember the house just like it was yesterday. From the smell of my mothers home made steaks, and pies! Mmmm, the taste. Now that was something. My mom was the talk of the town. You couldn't beat her cooking.
I remember telling myself as a child that it would only get better from here. But what you don't realize as a kid, is that you start seeing the truth. I was only 15 when my father had died. Now my father, well no one really knew the guy. He always kept to himself. Yet he was content with his way of life. He didn't require much. Just as long as you were having a good time he was to.
Yet his death, his death will always haunt me for the rest of my life. There are some things some should see. then there are other things that just fuck with your head . We were coming home late one night. Just me and my dad. Every Friday we went out and went fishing. I hated it every moment of my life. Somehow though he was able get me to go every time.
But it was that Friday, that Friday that will always fuck with me!. We were coming home, dad was being careful driving as always. I would sit there and talk to him just trying to keep him up. Make faces and scream. You know kid stuff.
My father had pulled over to the side of the road to take a nap. I did the same as well. It was about 1:30am. There was this knocking noise. It wound't stop, it just got loader and loader. It woke both us up. Then there was this smell, it was as if though someone threw a dead animal in the truck.We just stared out into the ice cold night. Listening, and watching for any sign of what it might be out there. My father decided to get out of the truck.
My fathers last words were, " stay here, and what ever happens. Don't leave this truck"
That's how I knew my father loved me. I saw a man afraid of what might be out there. Knowing it might be nothing at all. But there was something. It was getting closer to the truck. Moving ever so slowly. It was a man, yet some how he didn't show sign of life.
My father grew ever so closer to him. knowing death was just around the corner. There was only one thing on his mind, and that was me sitting in the truck. The sluggish man began to growl at my father, then with quick force the man pounced on my father. The strange man began to sink his teeth into my father. he screamed.
There was nothing I could do! But watch him die. The blood gushed throwing it every direction. The strange man just kept going and going at him. It was like watching a starved child. My fathers face was gone, all that was left was bone. After an hour of feasting on his corpse it finally left. All I remember was the blood, I hadn't seen anything like it before, for I was only 15.
I remember screaming for my father,. "Dad! dad!" all the thoughts rushing through my mind. Was he dead? Is this really happening? At the time I didn't know, but what I had just seen was a zombie. I was to young to know what it was at that age.
I could only think of one thing to do. I staid put in the truck. That whole night all I remember is seeing my fathers dead body just lying there. The next day I got of the truck and headed strait for the cops. I told them my story. But no one had believed me. They had assumed it was some drunk homeless guy. There was always cases of this happening near and around New york at that time. There was nothing that could be done. I had no evidence to back my story up.
A year had gone by, my mother was no longer the same. She had always blamed me for what happen that night.
She would say, " your nothing but a piece of fucking shit! He would still be alive! Only if you would have done something!"
I knew that she didn't mean it. she had lost her mind, she didn't know any better. In the end though I hated every inch of her body. I didn't show it and didn't care. I just let it build up. letting it consume me.
As the years went by, my mom's mind split with it. By the time I was 18 she was gone. She left the house and I never heard or seen her again. I was glad though, and I could fucking care less. Weather she be dead or not.
