Dear Journal, it is December 1st. All of my lab assistants are sure to update me, whenever I'm busy working. I'm very close to a breakthrough, also. I just need a person to test on. A woman, Rhinne she said, showed up here last night. I had never met her before and her arrival suprised me. At first, I even thought she was one of the dead.
She was not though and we let her enter after our recording systems picked up her words. "I had a subject for you to test on, she's gone, but I have faith we can find her." She told me she had a daughter and that she was perfect for our testing. I was confused at first about how exactly she knew we had an experiment underway. She replied that she had heard it on the radio.
"You're sure you want to let your daughter be tested on?" "Yes", the woman said with determination. "Let me explain the rest. First of all, do you have any conditions", I asked. "I'm not crazy if that's what your asking. I'm perfectly sane, " she said. I frowned. That wasn't what I had meant at all. "I mean, what are your terms? Should we do things a certain way to be able to experiment on her?"
"Oh, I see. Ummm..... you need to be able to ensure she lives and is cured. Otherwise no deal. She is a bit..... special, if you know what I mean. Oh and the name's Rhinne," she said. "I'm Dr. Johnson and I can't ensure your daughter's safety or the fact that she'll be cured. We need her, so we'll have a..... there's no real light way to say it, but weapon. She will be able to serve us and she'll be able to not get infected by well, the infected." Rhinne seemed taken aback by my words, but still she responded, "Serve you? How?" I swallowed and answered, "She will serve us by delving into the darkest places and purging the dead from every corner. She will.... kill people and the dead to ensure we live, however". "How does killing people and the dead ensure we live? Isn't that signing up for extinction", Rhinne asked.
"It might seem that way, but if we can add chips and Id bracelets to 1000 survivors, give or take a few, we can thrive. We don't have enough chips and bracelets for the whole world. The remaining people will be killed by her because she won't recognize them as people without a bracelet to show so. She will lose that "spark" that allows her to tell humans from the dead just by looking", I say. Rhinne just stares and then when I fear she is in fact insane, she shakes her head.
"No, I won't do it", she says. This is going to become a problem if she doesn't change her mind. With as much cheerfullness as I can muster, I say, "You're making a mistake. We need her and you need her". "No", she says and turns to run towards the door. "I won't be a part of this." I reach into my lab coat's pocket. "Too bad you aren't. I think we would've gotten along perfectly", I say pulling out a handgun. Aiming at Rhinne's head, I hesitate. Such a sad thing. To have to kill a life. Things have to be done though and I pulled the trigger. A loud sound followed and I automatically regreted using such a loud weapon. Her head snapped back and she fell, a blood pool surrounding her body.
So, that's what happened last night. We will find her daughter though. All we have to do is look hard enough. I really should go though, we have a girl to find and a world to save, no matter how many hard things we have to do to get things back to normal. I do feel bad for the girl though, she is going to suffer so much.
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The Silence That Follows
AçãoThe outbreak happened three years prior, and Lita North has survived since then on her own. The outbreak caused dead people to rise up and eat people. Whatever is left becomes a zombie. The world is soon ravaged by the dead and all hope seems lost...
