Malevolence

 Before you read the following entries I have left this explanation to possibly aid in the understanding and possibly the vaccination of this disease I must be brief as the maddening darkness is enveloping the last bit of my sanity. This pandemic has been called pathogen-000 so far as I’ve been able to tell the first signs of infection are extreme insomnia (I haven’t slept in 3 weeks) then paranoia which progresses into schizophrenia. I’ve been suppressing the earlier as well as the latter symptoms using simple household Tylenol and aspirin why these hinder the progression I do not know but I’m afraid that’s the only effect they have and do not serve as a cure. I believe I am the only person that is still alive in this area. Please get to my writings before THEY get me I’ve been hearing them and seeing them waiting outside the windows of this office….they whisper in my ears constantly…I’m getting sleepy.. And hungry… I hope the other people in the office don’t mind if I raid the fridge.



 Entry 1

 Date: 4/28/2013



             My name is Clayton Huff I am 15 years old. My mother my sister and brother as well as myself have just been moved to a housing unit in the southern region of a little town called Salina next to the border of the quarantine wall. Just as things were calming down amongst ourselves we are going to be evacuated in a couple of hours on account of the number of infected congregating on the other side of the wall. From what I’ve seen this virus doesn’t reanimate corpses like in the movies thus complicating the situation. It mutates the body and warps the mind the scientists call it PATHOGEN-000 I call it malevolence. My father became infected a month ago and before he had an aneurysm and died of a brain hemorrhage he almost strangled me to death after breaking the fingers on my left hand. He lost it… anyway we were being moved to another quarantine I will know more later on.

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 Entry 2

 Date: 4/29/2013

             And so the fifth journey begins. This is the fifth time I’ve been evacuated but this is the first time I’ve seen the firing squad that accompanied our group and the white coats shoot at the infected. They had to kill 2 of them…they literally had to empty a magazine on those…things… they were huge one of them had blade like claws on one hand… the doctors explained that those were rare cases of extreme mutation and we were lucky to have experienced those creatures as opposed to other things he had seen. He cut off there. We stopped at an empty gas station and mother looked at me and my siblings and smiled and asked us if we’d like something to eat. We all got our favorite drinks and snacks while the soldiers gathered the necessities for us. I made it a point to inquire about the next location and what it was like as we are normally told before we leave. We received no briefing I thought nothing of it until I heard the white coat’s answer. He said that the next place was an underground acropolis and gave no further information to me. I don’t like this at all…maybe I’m just over thinking it.

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 Entry 3

 Date: 5/3/2013

             We arrived at this so called “acropolis” a couple of minutes ago and we’re being lined up to go inside. I’m writing as we enter this massive door and through this corridor. It’s filled with all sorts of doors hallways I was unsure of where we were being lead but that uneasy feeling I got when I was in the bus was back and now more so than ever…

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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"> Date: 5/10/2013

<p class="MsoNormal">             They’re dead. All of them are dead. They were all shot down by an array of machine guns they grabbed me and my sister just before the bullets reached our path. They took us into a lab and they put me to sleep and god knows what they did to my poor sister while I was out, I found out later though while they were throwing out bio hazardous materials in a large cart. She was laying here on top of all the garbage as if they put her there deliberately for me to see. I lost my shit and about killed the doctor nearest me until he jabbed a syringe into my neck before I could even get off the stretcher I was sitting on when she passed the window. I’ve been asking around about what happened and why it happened and all they told me was we were risk factors and the only place the pathogen wasn’t found was in me and my sister. That was until they used a bunch experimental cures on us come to find out and my poor, poor baby sister caught the worst of the side effects: her heart exploded. I didn’t even get to mourn or say goodbye.

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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"> Date: 5/20/13

<p class="MsoNormal">             I was going to quit writing until I started hearing things whispering in my ear. As soon as this started I knew. I knew my days were numbered. But until then I’ll just enjoy the company of my family and the shade people outside the glass.

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<p class="MsoNormal">             I don’t remember what day it is. I don’t remember where I am sleep is impossible. If I go to sleep I’ll get caught by the white shadow people who I think are the doctors….or if I sleep I’ll have to start over again…I’ll have to re assess everything I already know…

<p class="MsoNormal">             I played with my sister, Kylie today. She found some new toys to play with outside the cell.

<p class="MsoNormal">             I see it all the way it is now. The people are trying to kill us. Infect us with their awful virus. No cure no cure no cure no cure no cure  it said it wont let go it likes my blood and it likes living there. It said it was so lonely I let it in when I was weak and it brought my family back to me that was nice wasn’t it? Humans are evil I see them for what they are now nothing is good in this world its all just an illusion malevolence is my only friend can’t trust anyone so hungry

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<p class="MsoNormal">             I don’t remember anything. I’ve been reading what I’m saying and I’m kind of scared. Mom kylie and my brother Kade are dead they’re not real anymore yet I see them walking around constantly. I’ve been under close observation and I’m extremely paranoid when the doctors come in to ask their questions I don’t speak. I don’t trust them. They don’t want a cure they want a result. This was no attempt at keeping us safe. They just needed to thin out the crowd. They wanted me because of my used to be optimal health and longevity. Kylie was too young mom was too old kade just got caught in the crossfire but I was perfect. A fucking guinea pig. I’ve also taken to scrawling random things on the wall like random sayings things I’ve been hearing…it speaks to me I have no idea whats going on. I think I’ll try to sleep.

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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"> Alone.

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<p class="MsoNormal">             I wake up and find that they’re all gone. No one is here. There are corpses littering the following hallways but no one is alive. I can hear growling scraping in the vents…I’m minus a couple of teeth and fingers. I saw myself walking across the hall. I waved at me and then he (i) pulled a switch of sorts. I heard a loud whisper RUN. That’s all I remember. I looked in the mirror and found scars on my face as if I were cut by a wild cat. I hear them in the walls. They crawl and roar. They scratch and leave marks on the walls. I find myself looking around and all I see is blood and claw marks everywhere. This couldn’t be my doing. But It faded like it never happened. My writing doesn’t make sense anymore…I’m just typing off the top of my head now…I’m going to go find an office for a computer to put my writings on so I can email my story out to someone. Maybe someone will care. I’ll probably have to gather whats left of my mind and put some sort of justification or explanation at the beginning of this little memoir….

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<p class="MsoNormal">             Found an office and a computer…staring at the screensaver is surprisingly comforting…the auditory hallucinations are getting louder and more erratic and rapid and I think there are more voices speaking at once than before… I can’t tell what’s real…I keep playing with my sister and hanging out with my family but they seem so real…I can hear them and touch them but I can’t tell…. I keep seeing other things as well…I can touch them too but…when I do I always end up in some sort of distorted…..screwed up reality…I’ve been mutilating myself…I’m insane but I’m still here….i don’t feel pain…. I bit off my left thumb…I like fingers I’ve been hoarding them in the corner of the cubicle…I also like eyes…I hang them on the ceiling. OH!! And I wrote that disclaimer thingy at the beginning like you said I should. There’s some person who writes me back when I type on the computer. He says his name is Clayton. I’ve read his writing. It’s sad what happened. I see a reflection of myself walking around, we talk sometimes and other times he looks at me with a beastly face and shrieks and then the world contorts itself… I’m really sleepy…I think it’s been a couple of weeks since I went to bed…oh look it’s one of the cats he mentioned earlier

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<p class="MsoNormal">             I don’t have an arm anymore…and I’ve been taking medicines lately…I’m hungry but I don’t want to make the other office workers angry………