Zompocalypse Diaries (QUICK edit finished)

December 4, 2012 (Breanna)

Dec 4, 2012 (Breanna)

Journal

Breanna here, coming at you from the breeding facility. I managed to get someone to bring me 'sketching' materials,' they have to keep their future zombie pods happy, right?

I can't believe I got myself caught, I pray Jordan and Carrie don't try anything heroic. I couldn't imagine Carrie having to breed these things, she's so young and Jordan will just be used for feeding. Please God, if you're still out there, keep them safely away.

I'm locked in a pristine, boring, white cell at the moment. There are people that come by a few times a day to feed me, keep me healthy for the good of mankind's future they tell me. For the good of our country. It's a joke, they're all power hungry military rejects.

These people, these MONSTERS are worse than the undead they create.

They've been setting this up for years they say. Stealing women from their homes, their jobs, going about their daily errands. They just take them. Chances are, if there's an unsolved missing woman report from the last 10 years, they're here in the facilities, or were at least for awhile.

Let me explain to you what these people have been doing.

Step 1. Take a fertile, healthy woman. Doesn't matter the age, if they're of child rearing age they're worth the kidnapping. So basically anyone who's has a period. I've seen other girls in here as young as 12.

Step 2. Keep woman fed and healthy. Three meals a day, and daily doctor's visits.

Step 3. Artificial insemination with super sperm, these things grow fast inside you and even faster outside of you. They mess with the DNA in the sperm before you're inseminated. Change the whole makeup into something inhuman, monstrous. I've heard the labs are in the basement but they hardly let us leave our cells and certainly not without an armed guard right beside you. When the sperm is ready they strap you to the bed, do their insemination then keep you locked up in a new padded cell. Arms and legs tied to the bed unless you're eating or using the restroom, until the baby comes. 24 hour surveillance, just in case you try to harm yourself or one of their creations.

Step 4. Just 4 months later and you give birth to a bouncing, drooling bundle of UNDEAD BABY TERROR. These things are capable of learning, remembering. Albeit, it's only at the level of a toddler but that's enough.

Step 5. Repeat process a few times then ship the zombie's mommys to the feeding grounds along with a few men they may have picked up to feed their new waves, to train them in a way. You get there, they hand you a small caliber handgun or maybe just a bat, knife, etc. One weapon you get. Just one to make it out if the hoards of hundreds they send out each time. The zombies learn to hunt and the people there try to earn their freedom. One of the people that came in here told me no one has ever escaped.

Step 6. There is no step six. You have their demon babies, you get sent to die, the end. These things were never even human, never able to process any thoughts besides extreme hunger and hatred.

And why do they do this, you ask? Because, in their minds, their sick and twisted minds, an army of undead is way better to take out fellow countries than a bunch of sentimental humans. Zombies don't care, they kill.

Apparently one of the hoards got out on their way back from the feeding grounds and that's how this started. Instead of calling it quits, they're keeping up the breeding in hopes that they can get the hundreds that are freely roaming our cities, towns, our homes, contained. Call me crazy if you like but I think this is the worst idea anyone has ever come up with. It's almost comical how these people think. They breed them, feed them then think they can keep them contained and under control in their small facilities until they can start a war.

People have tried to run, tried to escape but no one makes it out alive. All entrances and exits are guarded. You run, they shoot. A 20 foot, high voltage fence surrounds the place. Retina and fingerprint scanners lock and reopen every door so there's no way to pick them and get out.

As I've only been here two days, maybe three (I wouldn't know with no windows, clocks, watches), I haven't gone through the horror of my first artificial rape. The 'good doctor' that comes in everyday to check my vitals tells me that they're working out the DNA changes in the batch of semen they'll be inseminating with and that it should be ready in a week.

That gives me a week to get out, less if they finish quickly. I have no hope or want for a rescue, I can't have anyone else go down this road for me. I have to use my head, I have to be patient, calm and plan. I WILL get out of here, it's just a matter of finding the way.

There's one man that comes in to bring me my meals, his name is Clarence. He doesn't seem very smart but he's gentle, caring. I can see the pity he has for me every time he comes in. It's obvious that he doesn't like what he's doing and I'm hoping to use that to my advantage. With his lack of brains and his caring nature, I should be able to convince him to help me. If he gets caught, so be it. From this point on, until I get far away from here, it's all about me.

I think someone is coming, I can hear the squeak of their rubber shoes outside the door. Time to start my drawing, I can't have them suspect I'm keeping a journal in here. I'll keep you updated on my stay as often as I can...