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Story idea/proposal for an Assassin's Creed game set during the American Civil War

Of the many eras in history I would like to see adapted into the AC universe, this one intrigues me the most. As a history major with a concentration in American History, the Civil War has always fascinated me by its complexity, the horrors that both caused and were caused by it, the ideals that men aspired to, and its lasting impact on not just the United States but the world over. Such a story would delve back into the conflicting philosophies of the Assassins and Templars and how their ideological differences reflect those shared by North & South. It has the potential to be the most critical look at the two organizations since Revelations, III, and Unity, in my opinion, as the definitions of freedom and equality are less clear-cut when viewed through the lens of the two secret societies.
DISCLAIMER: I have never been, nor do I profess to be, an advocate of the "Lost Cause" nor a denier of the atrocities that people suffered from as a result of slavery and systemic racism. It is a matter of record and fact that the Southern States seceded to form the Confederacy in order to preserve the institution of slavery, as outlined by their own constitutions, and nothing of what I say is intended to reflect a desire to deny the truth. Slavery was an abomination and it is good that it was abolished as it runs counter to the ideas of liberty that the United States was founded on. That being said, the conflict and moral nature of the parties involved were not as "cut-and-dry" as depicted, and the Assassin's Creed universe offers great insight into exploring the moral strengths and failures of both sides of the argument. The Saracens and the Crusaders, the British and the French, the Ottomans and the Byzantines, the Egyptians and the Greeks, the monarchists and the revolutionaries of France, and (most notably) the Assassins and Templars are all guilty of becoming victims of their own bias that their work alone benefits the greater good. This game will take a firm look at both the Union and Confederacy and observe the truth, nothing less.
ASSASSIN'S CREED: DIVISION
Background:
The game is set approximately from 1846 to 1865, encompassing a large degree of events in American history. Gameplay-wise it would function in a manner that combines aspects of Unity and Syndicate's gameplay, with enough emphasis on melee combat that gunplay doesn't overwhelm it, even if revolvers and repeating rifles were just now starting to enter the picture. The primary locations (cities) to be traveled to would be New York City, Washington DC, Charleston, and New Orleans, with an "Eastern Theatre" landscape functioning in a way similar to that of the Frontier in AC3 but with more activities, such as skirmishes with both Union and Confederate forces, helping slaves escape on the Underground Railroad, sabotaging bridges and railroad lines, and smuggling goods through military lines for money. Several towns and cities will be available in this expanse of land, including (but not limited to) Shiloh, the Shenandoah Valley, Antietam, Vicksburg, Gettysburg, Savannah, and Fredericksburg.
The player primarily assumes the role of one of two protagonists: Lucius "Luke" Barnett, an escaped slave from South Carolina living in Pennsylvania, and William "Billy" Conrad, an impoverished white orphan from Virginia. The two of them join the Assassin Brotherhood in the 1850s at a time when the nation was on the precipice of war, and though they become friends they find themselves driven apart by the hostilities that threaten to tear the United States asunder. With the outbreak of the Civil War (as caused by the Templars), the American Brotherhood is divided into two separate Brotherhoods for the duration of the war, the Northern Brotherhood and Southern Brotherhood. Luke would be in the Northern Brotherhood while Billy would be in the Southern Brotherhood. Despite the divisions, the two Brotherhoods are not actively fighting each other, but utilizing the US and CS governments in their fight against the Templars in order to end the war. Unfortunately, the war itself forces many Assassins into military service, including Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain, Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson, George Henry Thomas, James Longstreet, Robert Gould Shaw, Winfield Scott Hancock, and John Singleton Mosby, among others. Many other non-military historical figures would be part of the Assassins, including John Brown, Harriet Tubman, Frederick Douglass, and more.
Assassination targets would include John Tyler (CSA), Albert Sidney Johnston (CSA), AP Hill (CSA), John Sedgwick (USA), Lewis Armistead (CSA), John A. Koltes (USA), Alexander Hays (USA), Joseph K Mansfield (USA), Champ Ferguson (CSA), and John Wilkes Booth (CSA). All would be members of the Templar Order that either Luke or Billy would have to hunt down over the course of the game.
In AC lore, Boss Tweed was the leader of the American Templars in 1863, which leads into the New York portion of the game. However, since there is a division within the Assassin Brotherhood, it only makes sense that the Templar Order be divided as well. For this story, Alexander Stephens is the Grand Master of the Southern Templars with Jefferson Davis being a puppet used to run the Confederate government. Abraham Lincoln is neutral, but more often than not works alongside the Assassins in pursuit of their goals of liberty. As for a "main antagonist," it would most likely be Champ Ferguson since he was the last of the aforementioned Templars to die in real life. Some background on Ferguson is that he claimed to have killed over 100 Union soldiers and civilians and was executed by hanging on October 20th, 1865 for war crimes. In this sense, he could operate very much in the "savage" role occupied by Charles Lee or Francois-Thomas Germain. Furthermore, his guerilla status enables him to pop in and out of the story as he pleases, serving as a thorn in the Assassins' sides. He could also have a role in influencing the decisions made by Union and Confederate Templars in how they wage the war and what goals they ultimately pursue.
Combat would primarily consist of melee weapons, such as swords, bayonets, Bowie knives, and axes to supplement the traditional hidden blades. Guns would also make a return in the form of derringers, pepperbox pistols, revolvers (Colt, Remington, Griswold, etc.), muskets, and repeating rifles, but with a balanced system so as not to negate melee combat. Two types of ammunition would exist: "pistol" rounds and "rifle" rounds. "Pistol" rounds can be loaded into handguns and repeating rifles and the player can carry a great number, however they are expensive to buy and hard to find on a battlefield. In addition, these rounds are not very powerful and only go a short range. "Rifle" rounds are more common than pistol rounds and pack a lot more effective damage and range, but you can only carry a small number of them at a time and the weapons take a longer time to reload than a repeating rifle. Aiming would be similar to that of Unity and Syndicate where a gut shot won't result in an instant kill and instead you have to be much more careful with aiming.
In Northern cities, a number of side activities could be completed depending on the location. If your character is in New York he can help to take down nativist, Templar-backed street gangs (quite literally "Gangs of New York") and try to reduce Tweed's influence in Northern politics and industry. You could also help take down child labor practices (like in Syndicate) or stop the drafting of New York residents into the Union Army. There would also be military garrisons you could raid for weapon upgrades, money, or abilities, and you would get more if you completed the tasks stealthily. In DC, you could be tasked with rooting out Confederate and/or Templar spies, and help Lincoln keep Templar business out of his cabinet while he tries to conduct both the war and emancipation (I have an idea where Andrew Johnson, William Seward, and Salmon Chase are Templars in the US government, but more on that in a moment).
In Southern cities, you could help procure much-needed food for the people of Charleston as the war intensifies and the army needs more resources to support itself. You could also liberate slaves and have them either escape on the Underground Railroad or have them join your own Brotherhood, much like the Assassin recruits of other games. Like in the North, you can raid Southern forts for unique weapons and upgrades. You also can assassinate corrupt Confederate politicians and plantation-owners, whether they're part of the Templars or not. In New Orleans, gameplay would be similar to that in Liberation, but with an added focus of naval warfare (as per the Anaconda Plan) and fighting corruption during both Confederate and Union occupation of the city.
All cities would feature historically-accurate landmarks and stores that fit the era, and there will be a system where you can barter or do services in exchange for goods rather than simply pay for everything (especially when the Confederacy was plagued with hyperinflated currency).
Like mentioned before, naval warfare would make a return, but this time you would be in command of an Assassin-controlled Ironclad ship, the Gustavus, which would be use to fight off Templar smugglers at sea. Either Luke or Billy can command this ship, and the enemies will change depending on who commands it. You can upgrade the ship either with weapons and armor provided by a harbormaster or items you gain from raiding Union or Confederate outposts.
STORY (still a work in progress and with liberties taken in typical AC fashion):
The game begins during the Mexican-American War in the year 1847, where the player is an unnamed United States officer leading his unit through Mexico. In this prologue, they encounter Mexican soldiers seeking to hinder their progress towards an unspecified objective. Along the way, the officer becomes acquainted with figures who would eventually become notable during the Civil War, among them Ulysses S. Grant, Robert E. Lee, William T. Sherman, and Thomas J. Jackson. After a series of events including skirmishes with Mexican soldiers, the US troops reach their destination with what looks to be an abandoned Mexican village, but after excavating the area come across a temple of First Civilization origin, though they find themselves unable to open it. The officer deduces that he knows exactly what can open this Temple. Before they do, the soldiers are ambused by Mexican Assassins who kill everyone there, and the officer reveals himself to be a member of the Templar Order. The one leading the Mexican Assassins is none other than James Kenway, the grandson of Ratonhnhake:ton and Mentor of the American Brotherhood. With his men dead and knowing his options are limited, the officer commits suicide rather than let the Assassins know how to open the Temple. James and his Assassins are thereby stumped and have no way of accessing the Temple, so they move on and forget about it.
(I have no modern-day portion in mind exactly, but I wanted to have it relate to Juno and the Instruments of the First Will if that's even possible anymore)
Lucius "Luke" Barnett is born into slavery in 1840 South Carolina, the product of a nonconsensual affair between an enslaved woman, Mary, and her owner, Edwin Barnett. When he was twelve years old, he witnessed a drunken Stephen kill his mother, and in a rage Luke murders Edwin with his own gun, a single-shot pistol that serves as a motif in the game. Being set upon by slave catchers, Luke makes a run for it off of the plantation before being caught by one of the slave catchers, who then proceeds to start whipping the boy. Before he can finish the job, the sound of a blade piercing flesh is heard, and Luke looks up to see a woman standing over the man's dead body with a blade attached to her wrist. She introduces herself as Harriet Tubman, a former slave who escaped and now helped others like her to freedom, and helps get Luke to safety in Pennsylvania via the Underground Railroad. Tubman explains that she is a member of the Assassins, a Brotherhood dedicated to protecting the freedom of mankind, and further explains that Edwin was a member of the Templar Order, who would seek to have the whole of the world under their control. Luke makes the decision to join them. He keeps the whip that was used against him, and ironically enough serves as both his primary weapon and a motif in the story about the cruelties of slavery. He can use it much like Zorro where he can navigate along buildings easier, as well as having a metal tip that cut through flesh with ease.
William "Billy" Conrad, also born in 1840, was an orphan for as long as he could remember. He grew up in poverty in Richmond, resorting to thieving and getting into trouble so that he wouldn't starve. He came from nothing and so grew up with a deep hatred of authority figures and of the elite planter-class of the South. One day, when he was fourteen, he picked the pocket of the wrong person and discovered they had a small, unusual-looking cross. The man in question noticed the theft, and he and his men gave chase to Billy before cornering him in an alley, saying he knew too much. The man took out a Bowie knife and cut along Billy's cheek, leaving a scar for the rest of his life. Before the three men could kill him, a fourth voice called out telling them to leave the boy alone. The two men engaged the mysterious man before being swiftly taken down, though the third managed to get the upper hand and sent the rescuer to the ground. Billy intervened and killed the man with his own Bowie knife, saving both his own life and that of the man who attempted to save him. The man got up afterwards and introduced himself as Major Thomas Jonathan Jackson, a US Army veteran of the Mexican War, professor at the Virginia Military Institute, and a member of the Assassin Brotherhood. He explained that he had been tracking the men now laying dead at their feet for weeks, and how they were members of the Templar Order and responsible for the untimely death of his wife Elinor. Billy takes the Templar's Bowie knife (another motif) and also joins the Assassins.
Luke and Billy quickly become inseparable as they train together in the Brotherhood. They study under the guidance and tutelage of James Kenway, with Tubman and Jackson serving as their more direct mentors. Other members of the Assassin Brotherhood include Frederick Douglass, John Brown, John S. Mosby, James Longstreet, Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Robert Gould Shaw, George Henry Thomas, and Winfield Scott Hancock. In a twist, Lewis Armistead and John Wilkes Booth would also be members of the Assassins, but it would be revealed later on that they were both moles sent in from the Templars to sabotage the Brotherhood from inside.
Their ultimate goal is to make strides towards complete liberty in America and to prevent the Templars from seizing control as they had decades before during Shay Cormac's purge. However, the divide between North and South becomes more apparent after the Mexican War and the various compromises made over the issue of slavery, and this reflects in the Assassins because, while all members are committed to the ideas of freedom, some of them still are slave-owners to maintain their social standing within the South for the benefit of the Brotherhood. James absolutely hates having to tolerate this, but he is more concerned with preserving the unity of both the United States and the Assassins so as to stop the Templars.
However, John Brown becomes more and more disillusioned with the Brotherhood and with James for the continued compromises, finding it to be hypocritical with the foundations of the Brotherhood. When the Templars start to expand their influence in Kansas in 1856 via the Lecompton government, James sends Luke and Billy along with Brown to gain firsthand experience in dealing with the Templars. Brown manages to track down one of the Templar leaders, James Doyle, and tracks him and his cohorts down. While there, Luke and Billy witness Brown's brutality firsthand as his men hack the Templars with broadswords in what becomes known as the Pottawatomie Massacre. He tells both Luke and Billy to put Doyle out of his misery, but the boys are shocked at what they just witnessed. Brown then proceeds to interrogate Doyle about the location of something, and Doyle complies saying its buried just outside. Brown then executes Doyle with a pistol shot, and then digs in the ground to find an Apple of Eden inside a box (for canon purposes, this is the same Apple that Connor dropped in the ocean after the end of Tyranny of King Washington and would later be in both FDR and JFK's possession).
The Apple remains in Assassin hands for the next three years before Brown decides enough is enough, and then steals the Apple for himself. Driven insane by its power (much like Al Mualim and George Washington), and already disillusioned with Kenway and the Brotherhood, Brown goes rogue and attempts to use the Apple to start a nationwide slave revolt. He receives financial backing for his revolt through the "Secret Six" (a different set than the historical record), not realizing that they are Templars who hope to use the revolt to help instigate war in the United States. Realizing he has gone too far and threatens the safety of the Brotherhood and the country, the Assassins band together to try and stop him. Brown approaches Douglass and asks for his help, but no matter how strongly he wants slavery to be abolished and all to be free, to do so in this way compromises the Brotherhood. Luke and Billy work together to stop Brown and get the Piece of Eden out of his possession, and Brown is later hung with the Assassins in attendance. After Brown's hanging, Douglass leaves the Brotherhood, realizing that the time for compromise has passed.
Months later, the Templars launch an attack against the Assassins that nearly destroys them. Amidst the chaos, Lewis Armistead reveals himself as a mole for the Templars and absconds with the Apple of Eden, breaking everyone's hearts, especially Hancock. Soon after, due to more Templar manipulations in the Northern and Southern States, the slaveholding states secede from the Union and form the Confederacy. Realizing war is now at their doorstep, James Kenway makes the decision that neutrality and compromise are no longer options, and so the American Assassins go their separate ways and form independent Brotherhoods to root out the Templars, find the Apple of Eden, and end the Civil War before more lives are lost. Tubman becomes the leader of the Northern Assassins, while Jackson becomes leader of the Southern Assassins. Luke and Billy share heartfelt goodbyes as they go off to their new Brotherhoods, hoping that they would see each other alive by the end of this war if they didn't end up killing each other.
The "Secret Six" would consist of John A. Koltes, John Tyler, Albert Sidney Johnston, Joseph K. Mansfield, John Sedgwick, and AP Hill, with Champ Ferguson being the overall "field commander" for the Templars in the war while Alexander Stephens, Boss Tweed, Salmon P. Chase, and William Seward manipulate events behind the scenes for the Templar Order. Lewis Armistead reveals his true colors early on, but Booth keeps a lower profile until towards the end of the game where he reveals himself as a Templar and assassinates Lincoln.
In addition to being the main targets of assassination, the Secret Six and Ferguson would possess on them seven artifacts that are needed to unlock the Precursor Temple in Mexico. However, the Assassins are not aware of what these artifacts are, and the Templars do not know where the site was located after James Kenway destroyed their last expedition. Ferguson desires the contents of the Temple not only for the Templars but to amass his own power, which has grown since ever since they stole the Apple from the Assassins.
That's all I got for right now. If any of you would like to provide feedback, I am more than happy to see what you all have to say. Thank you for reading and hope you have a good day.
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Grading Servants By How Good Romantic Partners They Would Make

The quarantine is messing with my head. These are not opinions. This is science. I used the quarantine to learn science. This is how I wield science. The quarantine is messing with
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Servant: Artoria Pendragon
Assessment: Terrible personality. Extremely arrogant yet also extremely insecure. Her inability to learn from any mistakes she makes will lead to many toxic arguments over the same petty bullshit. Might kill you if you buy her the wrong kind of ice-cream or something. Doesn't shut up about Britain.
Grade: D
Conclusion: Wasn't even a good king tho.
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Servant: Emiya
Assessment: Super ripped. Can cook good food after a long day at work. Kind enough to help others yet loyal enough to throw away everything to save the person he cares about. Only prevented from reaching S tier because he is super high maintenance. Will need someone firm and aggressive to keep him on the straight-and-narrow so he doesn't end up throwing away his entire life and identity in a quixotic quest for the salvation of mankind. Fucking hot as shit.
Grade: A
Conclusion: Strong hands.
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Servant: Matthew Kyrielight
Assessment: Pretty, demure, and extremely brave, even if she doesn't know it yet. Very naive, which will require a lot of patience on your part. Has a nasty jealous streak, but nothing that having a face to face conversation won't likely solve. But remember, idolization is not love. You can't be her "senpai". You need to be her partner.
Grade: B
Conclusion: Eggplants are an important part of any balanced diet.
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Servant: Gilgamesh
Assessment: Make sure you summon the Caster version. Actually a good king. Will treat you like a princess, but only if you do the same to him. A good person to have around when the going gets tough. Kind of a prick sometimes. Probably exhausting to hang out with, so consider separate apartments.
Grade: B
Conclusion: Call him Bilgamesh to get on his nerves.
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Servant: Jeanne D'Arc
Assessment: Beautiful, strong of character, and determined. Is usually a nice girl but will show her inner strength and grit when needed. Self-confidence is attractive. Probably will make you say a prayer before eating dinner. Weird attraction to sickly dragon boys. Likes to sleep on hay, which is hot(?).
Grade: A
Conclusion: Hotter than her sister.
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Servant: Jeanne D'Arc Alter
Assessment: A little bit of a dork, which can be good or bad. Likes to make a big deal out of everything. Probably sits around playing with action figures instead of going to work. Likes to burn people alive, which is hot(?).
Grade: C
Conclusion: Not even a real Servant.
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Servant: Hassan of the Cursed Arm
Assessment: A little cold on the first date, but a really nice guy when you get to know him. He might stare at your chest a bit but know it's only because he's after your heart. Might be a bit conscious when it comes to having kids. Some baggage, but willing to work through it.
Grade: B
Conclusion: Might let you borrow his mask to cosplay.
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Servant: Ishtar
Assessment: Fucking useless. Is not Rin Tohsaka. Bitch will steal your jewelry and then cry to you about how she lost it in the Gate of Babylon. Can't even consistently summon her giant bull for parties. Did she even do anything in Babylonia? Fucking useless.
Grade: F
Conclusion: Even her dad doesn't like her.
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Servant: Ereshkigal
Assessment: Super cute goddess of the underworld. Adores you, but also great at funerals, making sure your loved ones have a peaceful death. Has abandonment issues, leading her to attach herself to the first person who shows her even a little kindness, which could allow someone to take advantage of her. Make sure that person isn't you. Has a cute blush.
Grade: A
Conclusion: Teasing her is probably fun.
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Servant: Astolfo
Assessment: Really fun to go on dates with. Cheerful, flirty, and a great sense of fashion. Both guys and girls will be jealous of you for landing him. Will reveal himself to be extremely loyal even in the worst circumstances and will take care of you when you get sick/bind yourself to Siegfried's soul. Does the right thing even when he's scared. Nice thighs.
Grade: A
Conclusion: Technically won a Holy Grail War.
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Servant: Bedivere
Assessment: The perfect knight in shining armor for your lonely ass. Will patiently listen to your deepest insecurities on moonlit nights, but also gives well-thought-out advice about what to do about them. Your parents will adore him. However, he's a bit hard on himself sometimes. Make sure you listen to his problems every now and again.
Grade: A
Conclusion: He'll cry sometimes. Don't ask him why. Just be there.
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Servant: Mordred
Assessment: Kind of a pain in the ass most of the time, but a lot of her internal issues aren't really her fault. She had a tough and fucked-up childhood, so that why she's always lashing out. She protects those who are important to her, but it will take a lot of time and therapy to get to that point. It takes a lot to make her open up, but she's far from a lost cause. Probably will take you on cool dates like surfing and motorbiking.
Grade: C
Conclusion: Has fang if that helps.
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Servant: Merlin
Assessment: This guy will be more likely to play pranks on you than take you to goddamn dinner for once, or at least cook, or at least do anything besides fucking around on the internet and chasing other women. Yeah, he's hot, but like is that all that's valuable to me, is that all I want out of my life and why does he always disappear when I bring up marriage-
Grade: D
Conclusion: Fuck this dick and the dicks he created.
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Servant: Lancelot
Assessment: The kind of guy who wants to do the right thing but always seems to fuck up in the end. Will treat you well but will also treat your mom better. Holding out hope he may finally get his act together isn't healthy or practical. Keep your options open, you can do better.
Grade: C
Conclusion: Your kids will inevitably admire him. Make sure he doesn't kill them accidentally.
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Servant: Nero Claudius
Assessment: She will take you to karaoke where she hogs the mic the whole time despite the fact she can't sing. Always makes everything about herself and demands you treat as an emperor or something. Has a cute smile and face but always neglects your needs. Won't stop talking Rome despite the fact it collapsed over 1500 years ago. Comes to realize her mistakes, but always too late.
Grade: D
Conclusion: Actually a midget.
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Servant: Sherlock Holmes
Assessment: A cool, calm, well-dressed, super-intelligent guy you can show off to your friends. However, he's not as perfect as he seems. He always keeps you at an arm's distance, and never seems to understand when you feel sad or worried. And why do you keep finding sugar on the kitchen counter? This is a mystery Holmes could probably figure out, but he's being weirdly evasive about it.
Grade: C
Conclusion: Needs to shut up about things being "elementary".
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Servant: Arthur Pendragon
Assessment: Seems like an unapproachable prince charming at first glance, but more laid-back and mischievous than he seems. Perfect hair and smile. Has some baggage, but is willing to face it. The kind of guy who makes you feel like you could never deserve him. Be careful though, because that kind of thinking is the exact thing which will drive him away.
Grade: A
Conclusion: Will eat all of your food.
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Servant: Scáthach
Assessment: Experienced older woman with a body that's "pretty much perfect". Calls you her "pupil" all the time, and even if you're into that, it starts to become really condescending. Probably needs to be treated for depression but refuses to get any help. It's easy to get tired of her pride, but you promptly forget about it after seeing her in a swimsuit. Will probably leave in the middle of the night without telling you, leaving a cryptic note about how she "must find a way to die beautifully" or some other bullshit.
Grade: C
Conclusion: You should have listened to Cú.
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Servant: Miyamoto Musashi
Assessment: An easygoing gal who is happy to goof off or talk about serious things deep into the night. It's nice to talk with someone who doesn't try to pretend to be someone they're not. Your younger siblings will love her, and ask when constantly when "Big Sis Mu" will move in. Nice smile. However, your relationship will probably not last. She's too distant, looking at some goal ahead of her. Will part with you amicably, with a sad smile. She seems scared to get too attached.
Grade: C
Conclusion: A hack.
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Servant: Meltryllis
Assessment: A really good partner to have if you enjoy being treated like the piece of garbage that you are. Has lots of interesting things to say about the subjects of ballet and children's novels. Able to liquidate your enemies. A prideful, difficult partner who will never, ever abandon you.
Grade: A
Conclusion: Scientifically proven to be best girl.
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The authorities are hiding a new disease from us. People are turning. {Pt 1}

Part 2
Part 3
FINALE
I still see those things in my sleep. Even though it’s been many months since I last saw them, you just can’t stop yourself from visualizing one standing right above your bed when you close your eyes. But it just gets so much worse when these things tear away friends and family from their bodies, instead of having to put a stranger out of their misery. Alright, that was probably too much info to take in so let's start from the beginning. My name is Brad, I'm a Police Sergeant. I won’t get into specifics about my personal life too much because that’s not what all of this is about, I'm here to talk to you about the disease that wiped out or, more like changed, everyone in my hometown.
It was a late chilly August evening, aside from myself there was Carter, Jack, and Logan. For some quick background info, Me and Carter had joined the police force as friends. However, we had met Jack and Logan at the task force itself. Now that our vacation was coming to an end, we had decided to meet up at a campsite to experience the privilege of breathing the crisp nature air we rarely had time to cherish.
We were all sitting on logs, covered in a thick blanket of warmth emanating from the bright campfire raging in front of us. After a while of talking about our lives and upcoming events, we sat in silence, save for the branches Jack was picking at in the fire, with his shotgun leaning on a small rock behind him. Since we work as law enforcers, we were given permission to own a firearm license and use it when we thought necessary. Wild animals or drunks occasionally slip by our woods at night so the double barrel was the only real thing ensuring our safety. It might sound a bit strange but we live in a part of town that doesn’t really mind all that.
As I look back to the woods, recent memories begin to creep into the front of my mind as I fall into deep thought, I knew that it would be best if I just embraced them and got it over with, but I still wasn’t ready to let them go, let alone face them. I try to clear my mind by attempting to rekindle the conversation as I gaze up to the stars beginning to light the reddish sky.
“Nice night today eh?” I gesture upwards with my eyes as everybody else glances up to the darkening sky.
“Yeah” replied Logan.
“Haven’t seen so many stars in a while” added Jack.
After that silence seemed to regain its composure, and I slowly sank back deep into my mind. Though I never showed anything on the outside, I would occasionally feel my locked up thoughts desperately trying to escape my lips. But I didn’t want to worry anyone, so, for now, it was easy enough to brush it off as the aftermath of a dismal incident. It’ll pass I often told myself.
As I looked up from the grass I locked eyes with Carter sitting right across my log. Through all the years together, Carter had learned to read me, even when I put on my most expressionless face.
“You ok Brad?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine” I quickly respond as I break eye contact and look away. After a few more seconds of studying me, he sighs.
“Cut the bull, what’s bothering you?” He questions, clearly not caring about the fact that he had just caught everybody else's attention.
“I’m fine! Just thinking about that book I'm writing” I retort.
“Your Crime Novel? Come on, you don’t just pull that out of nowhere” continues Carter.
“And besides, you never liked dealing with outlaws, why remember all that?” he says.
“Just” I stop. “Wanted to tell others what shit they're getting themselves into if they decide to sign up, preparing them” I unenthusiastically blurt out.
And with that Carter fell quiet weighing his options on what to say next. Tired of the whole ordeal, I blatantly kick some nearby dirt as I look to the sun beginning to touch the horizon.
“It’s you gf isn’t it”
I jolt up to see that Logan has piped into the conversation.
“How’d you-”
“You’re in the blues, we all go through it, just pick yourself up and- there are plenty of fish in the sea!” he announces as he lets out a quick chuckle.
“Yeah, me and…” I start.
I’m about to have my emotions all leave my mouth at once when I hear a big piece of wood fall and I look at the dying fire. I shouldn’t tell them, not yet.
“We need to spark up the fire again, I'll go get us some firewood.”
I hastily grab the bag we use for this job and hurriedly leave my group mates, most of whom have gone back to doing their own thing, but as Carter puts the last of the remaining twigs into the fire he looks at me with suspicion until I’m completely out of his sight. As I walk through the bushes into a more wooded area I begin to feel irked. Who are they to judge what I do with my life, Carter always questioning everything. I spot a half snapped tree surrounded by thick branches. Jackpot. The frustration on my face quickly dissipates as I collect the cool but dry timber. That'll last us the entire night if not more!. With little light to guide me, I collect as much wood as the bag could hold before a repulsive stench hits my nose.
Out of pure disgust, I cough a couple of times before putting a hand up to my nose. I know it sounds cliche but at that moment, I felt expired blood and the insides of a frog intensified by 200% all around me. I was about to leave when I heard a distorted growling noise. I looked deeper into the woods and only saw darkness as the sun’s rays no longer reached this part of the forest. After a few more seconds of not moving an inch, I heard slow, seemingly distant footsteps. It was barely noticeable, but eventually, the smell got stronger and the growl became more aggressive as the footsteps got louder and louder. It was only when my eyes started to water from the lack of blinking mixed with the rotten stench and the horrific sound mere yards from me, that I bolted back in the direction of the camp.
As I got closer to my destination, I began to hear faint noises of Jack’s usual bragging about a girl and a bar and laughs coming from Logan and Carter. However, my sudden burst of hope quickly diminished, as I felt more isolated by the second as the footsteps behind me had now clearly turned into a run. Eventually, I saw the tiny fire barely illuminating 3 figures past the familiar bushes. I charged through all the sharp tree branches hanging in front of me, scraping my face, not daring to look back. Finally, I crashed through the bushes and felt my shoulder impact the rough ground below me.
Once my breaths had filled my lungs with an adequate amount of oxygen, I looked up to see that my friends were all gaping at me with a surprised and puzzled look. They all held a bottle of Heineken, which explained why their laughs had suddenly ceased when I plopped down right in front of them. I no longer heard the footsteps, but the relief of that did not compare to the terrified, dreaded feeling that screamed at me. I glared at the double-barrel shotgun, ready to jump on it when Carter put a hand on my shoulder, he was the only person that looked relaxed in our group. But when I looked into his eyes, I only saw curiosity mixed in with concern.
“Let’s get you up bud,” he says as he offers his hand. I clasp it and get up on my legs.
“Alright, what’s wrong?”
My explanations seem to come out in a jumble of words according to Carter’s face, but out of all of it, at least he understood that something was wrong and we were in danger. Though hesitant, everyone caved in after a while of convincing. We had gone hunting yesterday, so our remaining ammo for the shotgun was low anyway. On the way back to the cabin, I managed to repeat everything I said in a more calm demeanor, but in the end, everyone was either looking at me like I had just uncovered a terrible truth, or that I needed serious medical attention. I’ve been told that lying isn’t my strong suit though, which is probably the reason why they didn’t give me up to a mental hospital then and there.
“So, you didn’t actually see anyone?” Jack asked curiously. I nodded as he scratched his stubble beard. “It’s your imagination, you’ve just been tense the past few weeks; it's just an instinct overreaction, get some sleep and you’ll wake up as fresh as a daisy”
When we got back to the cabin we all felt drowsy, dumping our clothes in the living room and heading off to our own small rooms to hit the hay. I vaguely remember wishing everyone a good night within my yawns, I remember hitting my pillow out of exhaustion, and I remember closing my eyes with thinking everything would be ok tomorrow. My optimism wouldn’t last.
I woke up in a sweat, hearing loud voices downstairs. I flung on a t-shirt and some jeans before running out of my door and feverishly stumbling down the stairs. As I was going down I heard “What the hell is that!” and “Get the shotgun!” I wasn’t surprised to find everyone was already down there aside from Jack arguing about what to do next.
“What's going on?!” I shout. Logan turns to me wide-eyed and explains the situation.
“I woke up in the middle of the night to get some water from the kitchen so I come down here, look out of the window and see that!” He points to someone standing right outside the backyard window and I feel a chill run down my spine.
As the commotion around me progresses, I continue peering at the person, or at least someone that looks like a person on the other side of the window. He had pale skin and brown hair that was beginning to fall off with a black liquid trickling down his mouth. In a sick way, it reminded me of saliva oozing out of a baby’s mouth. And then there were the eyes, the white bloodshot eyes. But that’s not what chilled me to the bone, what truly stopped this thing from being called a human, were the exotically malicious growls it was making. The same growls I heard in the woods, except now they were much, much closer. I look back to my companions to see Jack had joined us and had his hand on the backyard door.
“I’m gonna put a hole in that son of a bitch! Who the hell does he think he is barging in the middle of the night, waking everyone up, and not even giving a damn!” he furiously shouts.
“Jack, look! You don’t know what that thing is! Just calm down and let's all figure this out!” I shouted back, but the door is already open and it’s inside, I hear a sharp explosion and then a scream before it's on Jack.
It all seemed to happen so fast. Logan was frozen in place, Carter was trying to pull the thing off, while Jack was desperately screaming for us to get it off him. I spot the double-barrel lying beside the struggle and know I only have one shot. I promptly grab the shotgun, click off the safety, pull back the fore-end, concentrate and aim just as Carter shoves the thing to the wall. My finger pulls back the trigger and the double-barrel recoils just as it’s getting up. The cartridge collides with its shoulder and a squirt of blood leaves its upper chest as it swiftly falls backward, and collapses on the wooden tiles. Logan and Carter run to help Jack while I take off the two remaining shells from the shotgun’s sling and reload after inserting them into the loading port. I’m not risking an empty gun if more of those things stop by. I run over to check on Jack who’s squirming in pain.
“Are you all right?” I worriedly ask him.
“Yeah, just a flesh wound, but that little fucker actually bit me right here” he wheezes for air as he points to his neck where the things teeth marks revealed to have made a wide gash filled with blood and the black liquid that have begun to flood his clothes.
“What was the problem with that-” Logan’s voice is cut off by those damn growls.
I slowly turn around to see the impossible. It had gotten back up, it’s shoulder was limp and the force of my shot had caused its skin and bone to be destroyed which instead, now showed a weak shower of blood dribbling down its ribs, and I swear I thought I saw a part of its lungs as well. And it was still standing, It took me a few moments to notice all this and when I did, I saw the thing was now advancing forward, glaring into my soul with such hatred, that I felt it would search every fiery corner in hell until It found and killed me. I stumbled with my shotgun while the others urgently shouted at me to shoot it. By the time it’s pointed at the thing it’s only a few feet away. In a mix of fear and confusion, I fire my last two shells at its head and torso and feel the double barrel’s rear smash against my chest as a bright yellow light flashes from its muzzle. Over the sound of my ears ringing I hear a thud and look up to see the thing laying on the ground… hopefully, for good this time.
I drop the shotgun and run to check the corpse when I notice Jack’s wheezes had stopped and now turned into slow forced breaths. My pace quickens to a jog as I turn to Jack’s direction and shock overtakes me when I see his skin had become pale like the thing’s and he was now periodically coughing up blood.
“Carter gets him an ambulance, me and Logan will-” I don't get to finish my sentence as Jack begins coughing again, but this time instead of blood, he hacks up a few drops of a black substance that land on my shirt. Usually, I’d act very differently if this happened, but at that moment, the fear for my friend greatly overpowered my spark of disgust. All my attention is on Jack as he begins to talk with a raspy voice.
“It’s too late, It’s taking over, I can’t control...it ...anymore” And with that, his muscles relax and he stops breathing. Carter pulls his head towards his neck to check his pulse and then soundlessly gets back up with his head pointed downwards. Jack was dead. We all stand in silence for a few moments before Logan speaks up.
“It had to be that thing right? The black goo it gave him, was it poisonous or something?” Then I asked the question I still regret to this day.
“What did he mean by it was taking over him?” Carter still looking at the floor hesitantly answers.
“Maybe the substance infected his blood, which caused the primary organs to shut down, maybe he thought he was losing control of them while they actually just stopped operating.” He says this to himself more than us.
“So death was taking over him?” Logan asks.
“I don't know” Carter bleakly says as he pushes his hand into his face.
Then the whole situation really sinks in. Jack was gone, we hadn't saved him in time. If I had warned him earlier, and gone out and killed that disgrace of a human being then Jack would have survived. It’s all my fault, I was the one with the gun. We’re all choking back tears now. It’s been a while since I had someone close pass away. It’s so depressing to re-enter that phase where you remember all those great times you were with them, and then slowly be swallowed up by the painful realization that you would never experience any of that ever again.
But there was something else that bothered me. Jack was around my height, but he was no small guy, 6’2 in fact. To see him slip away in a matter of minutes, seconds after a bite was in some ways more shocking than sad. I look at the group and see Logan pacing around the room.
“What are we going to tell the guys at the station, his family, they’re all gonna think we did it” he inquires.
And In all honesty, Logan is a pretty chill guy and to see him this nervous didn’t help our situation. Carter opens his mouth to say something when I hear a disturbing moaning sound. We instantly turn our backs to confront the noise, and then we see where it’s coming from. No, No, he's not that thing, he’s not that humanoid! Jack or the creature that had stripped his soul from his body was now standing with its back towards us, observing the surroundings in front of it. Somehow me and Carter knew it wasn’t our Jack, but Logan thought differently.
“It’s a miracle, he’s alive!” he shouts in joy as he runs towards the humanoid for a hug, hands outstretched.
We grab Logan and tell him that it’s not the real Jack but he retorts by saying it is and he’s alive. With surprising force, he violently pushes us off and runs towards the dead Jack. Just as he’s about to reach the thing, it turns around and we see white eyes where it’s pupils once were, only red veins remain like rivers on a map. His moans had gotten more aggressive now, similar to growls, and when he opened his mouth, the same black goo was visible bubbling deep in his throat. Logan began to back off but the creature snaps it’s head back and lunges right at him. It crashes into his shoulder and knocks him to the ground, all the while Logan was switching between swearing the most he ever had in his life and pushing the creature’s chin from his shoulder. We ran to help him but just as we were almost there, the thing finally managed to get its teeth on his skin and sank them deep into his chest.
“I’m bit, you can’t save me, get out of here, get help! He desperately implored.
We both stared at the scene before us, deciding what to do next before looking at each other and dashing to the decrepit BMW in the front yard. On the run back I almost tripped when my gaze lingered too long on the slimy intestines spilled out on the dead thing’s stomach that now had it’s shattered skull turned into a fountain of red. The combination of that and the echoes of Logan’s screams slicing the air didn’t help my coordination. Once I was finally outside, I spotted Carter running towards the car whom I followed, having the cool fresh air brush against my quiff hair ever so slightly. I jumped into the front passenger seat of our vehicle and slammed the car door shut just as Carter flared up the engine and turned on the headlights. We sped off into the night, attempting to comprehend everything that had happened. Even though new questions popped up every minute there were a few that stuck out. How did Jack die from a bite? How did he get back up? Will Logan share the same fate? As my sea of questions rose I began to feel a headache coming along as well as a tingling fatigue. Just as I was about to pass out, Carter startled me awake.
“So where exactly are we going?” he says in an obnoxious manner as he taps his fingers on the wheel.
“I got no idea” I plainly responded. I happened to glance downwards as I said this and I saw the same few drops of black goo Jack had spit on me right after he was bitten.
“Hey Carter, I’ve still got that black shit on me by the way” I nervously tell him. He glances at my t-shirt and then back at the road before he responds.
“Just don’t touch it, you can change it when we arrive at my house”
“Problem is, it’s far away,” I grumbled in annoyance. When I really thought about it, I realized all our houses were far away, in fact, the only standing structure I knew around this area was the...Bingo!
“Carter we're going to the station, out here it’s only like a 5-10 minute drive.”
“You sure Brad?” he questions. “You think the chief’s still awake by now? And besides, he’ll probably think we're insane.”
“Relax, look at the Chief’s never doubted me, and who knows how bad this thing is if it’s... infectious, he must have gotten reports of this, and if not, well tell him we're just tired and walk out the doors and figure everything out in the morning, plus I don’t know how long I can be in safety with this shirt on. Carter gives me a suspicious, almost unsatisfied look before his face relaxes.
“Then let’s go!” he says nonchalantly. And with that, we make a left turn to drive out of the woods and to the station.
When we arrived, there weren’t many lights rebelling against the early morning. We got out of our BMW and locked the doors. As we got closer to the foggy glass doors we heard chattering from inside. We reach the doors and pull them open. Inside was the Chief standing with his thick black mustache and the few strings of hair that remained plastered on his head. Beside his hand holding his daily cup of joe’s stood one of my coworkers that looked to be on duty. His surprise quickly turns into a heartwarming smile.
“Brad, Carter! What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be resting under some warm covers while you have the time? He gives out a jolly laugh as he walks over to us and gives us two nice pats on the back. “What can I do for you?” he asks.
“Sorry for barging in like this Chief Noah, but we have something important we need to tell you, maybe you can fill us in on this?” We explain a bit of what happened, leaving out the most unbelievable parts. When we finish, his face shows nothing but curiosity, however, his eyes are undoubtedly filled with panic. A couple of seconds pass in silence before he speaks again.
“Alright boys, I’ll make sure this is dealt with,” he states. “But you two need some rest, and with the bags under your eyes you’re in no condition to drive.” The drowsy feeling I had before, hits me with severe force and I realize I am in bad shape to drive, I spare a glance at Carter and saw that he was no different than me, maybe worse.
“So here’s what we’ll do.” The Chief continues. “We’re gonna get you two a place to sleep for the night” he peers at my BMW through the window. “And when you wake up fresh in the morning, you’ll safely drive back home.” he finishes.
I muster up a weak smile at the Chief as he sends someone over to escort us to our rooms.
“Hey, you have something on your shirt there” our escort notifies me as we reach my room.
“Oh yeah, got some dirt on it, isn’t coming off, do you have a shirt I can borrow here?” I lie.
“Uh, yeah sure, should I throw your current shirt in the wash-”
“Yeah, thanks a lot” I cut him off not wanting him to ask any questions.
He leaves and comes back a minute later with a fresh shirt from the dryer, I snatch it, walk into my room and change my shirt. Once that’s done I come out, thank him again and walk into my room for the night. After that, I can’t remember what I did. But the memory of Chief whispering a code blue into his radio accompanied by a command to send two units over to our cabin’s location just before he was out of earshot lingered in my mind long after I fell into a deep sleep.
When I awoke from my slumber the sun’s rays were already flashing through the top of my window. I look at the clock, it shows 12:27 p.m. Usually, I would jump up if I woke up at this time but again, recalling previous events, I didn’t care what time I woke up for now. I look down at my shirt to be sure that the black spot is no longer there when I realize that I hadn’t changed my clothes last night. After a few quick stretches I open my door and walk to the station’s living room where I see Carter and a few other officers lounging on the chairs and sofa with their cups of coffee. Not in the mood for a cup, I walk down to Carter and grab a donut on the way.
“So where’s the big guy,” I ask Carter.
“My guess is that he’s out cold, must’ve been up all night” Carter answers taking a sip of his coffee.
I take a bite of my donut as I take a seat next to Carter. I’m about to put my head down on the sofa when our escort from last night comes up to us.
“Good morning, you guys sleep well?” he asks.
“Yeah, we had a good rest” I respond.
“So we finished washing your shirt, and most of its come off but there’s still a little bit left right here.” he points to a dark spot that remains on my clean white shirt. Damn it.
“Oh alright, thanks again” I reply carefully taking the shirt from his hands without touching the black spot. Our escort smiles and wishes us a wonderful day before he leaves.
“I’m kind of getting tired of having a shirt be one of my main problems,” I tell Carter.
“Tough luck” he guesses.
“Come on, I’m starting to get a bit homesick after all of this”
I chomp down the last bits of my donut while Carter gulps down the remainder of his drink. After we're done we get up and walk outside. I throw my dirty shirt in the nearest trash can, glad to get rid of it and embrace the warm soothing air. I get into the BMW and slowly lean on the slightly burning driver’s seat. The air inside my car was humid, which hinted the sun was already starting to bake it. I hastily turn on the air conditioner before the insides of my car become a blazing banya. I turn the key for the engine and press on the gas while informing Carter that I was going to drop him off at his house first.
We didn’t talk much on the drive back, and while that might seem a bit odd for us since we’re usually pretty energetic when it comes to conversations, what’s even more strange is that the frequent traffic we often bump into is nowhere in sight. Sure there were cars that occasionally followed or zoomed by us, but not enough to cause a real big traffic jam, even more, there seemed to be an increased amount of police everywhere as well. We didn’t pay too much mind to this however and we eventually reached Carter’s house where he jumped off and promised to give me a call later on.
As soon as he entered his house I turned back around into the direction of the cabin. To this day I still think that I was better off not going but at the time I felt I needed to know the truth. I knew Carter would disagree which is why I was going alone, I needed to know what really happened to Jack and Logan. The ride was shorter than I expected, though that made sense since we usually had a numerous amount of stalls on the way there. But now that nothing could distract me, I determinedly made my way to the old house. When I arrived it was well past brunch, I parked my car a good distance from the lodge not wanting to attract attention. As I expected, when the entire part of the front of the house was visible I noticed a cop car standing right in front of the cabin where I could barely make out a figure through the half-cracked open window. I quickly hid behind some trees, if any of my co-workers recognized me there would surely be questions on why I was here during my vacation right after I reported an attack here just a day ago.
I waited for a few minutes, hoping for some miracle that would make whoever was there leave and not getting any. I was just about to head back when I heard a loud voice coming from inside the car, I looked back and saw the person inside now held a small black object. His radio. He looked distraught and a few seconds later he put down the radio and flared his cruiser while simultaneously turning on his sirens and driving right past my hiding spot as I ducked beneath some bushes. When the coast was clear and I couldn’t hear the sound of his screeching tires anymore I made a run for the cabin. I got to the door and tried to open it but it was locked or barricaded from the inside. Should’ve come earlier.
Then I remembered the backyard, the wooden fence isn’t that tall and I could probably climb over it. Before doing so, I listened for any noise, it didn’t seem like there was any and they wouldn’t have time to set up cameras in there. At this point, I was too dogged to stop myself so I brazenly grabbed the top of the fence and pulled myself over. I landed on the grass and turned the corner to the grilling area where the backdoor was and I was taken aback. I knew the backyard would be a bit messy from our struggle, but the new scene was unsettling. More furniture was tossed over and it now looked like somebody had spilled a full bucket of black goo instead of the few drops we saw last night. The same repulsive smell I felt in the woods and on my shirt had also returned. Police had quite a time.
Yet, something told me that I needed to continue onwards and find out what happened last night, perhaps and instinct. I followed the scent as it got stronger, the only thing that I could do to stop myself from vomiting was breathing through my mouth but even then I still felt it’s ominous presence. And then at the very edge of the backyard, I saw a white bag lying on the orange leaves with what looked to be a shovel situated on the fence. As I got closer I realized that what I was looking at was a body bag. On closer examination, I noticed a small part of the bag on the top was unfolded. At the angle I was at, I couldn’t see inside it but a couple of steps forward would. After taking a deep breath, I leaned my head sideways and immediately saw that the corpse inside was filled with bullet holes and the black goo like in all the other infected. And then I recognized the person as the crippled, rotting body of Logan.
I've had enough of this! I thought as I sprinted in the direction of the BMW. I jumped over the fence and stopped in my tracks. In front of me stood a policeman with a fresh cut who I assumed was trying to grow a beard. I braced for the incoming questions but then realized the man standing in front of me was Jerald. Me and him weren’t really close, but since we both work at the station with the others, I could say we were acquaintances.
“Brad?” He asked as he took off his glasses to inspect me. “Aren’t you still on break, why are you here?”
“It’s a long story, did you get assigned here?”
“Yeah, just right now they needed someone to fill in this case, the others-” he stops realizing he had said too much. “Well, they had other matters to deal with…”
“Anyways, why are you here again?” he presses. I really don’t know what to say, I mean, I can’t think of a good lie but I can’t think of a good way to put the truth either. Then I remember the Chief’s reaction, he was definitely hiding something back there and if he knows something then maybe he told the others on-duty like Jerald. I decided to give it a shot and confess everything to him pretty quickly.
“I don’t know, yesterday Me, Carter, Jack and Logan were camping, then we went back inside and in the middle of the night, this thing with black goo bit Jack and we took it down but then Jack started spitting the black goo and bit Logan-”
“You... already saw them?” He asks
“Saw...who?”
“Biters” he balks for a few seconds. “Some kind of disease going around, they’ll tell you everything when you’re back on the job” he turns towel back to his car but I stop him.
“Look, I lost 2 people I’ve known for years last night, can you just tell me what the hell is going on here?” He sighs and looks me in the eye.
“I’m not allowed to say anything to anyone, but look, these biters are multiplying, lock your doors and try not to go outside too much, that’s all I can offer, enjoy the rest of your vacation.”
I take in all of this relatively slowly but I still manage to thank him and drive back home. After that, it was difficult to be at ease whenever I remembered what Jerald told me. Which is why I slept a lot, it was a good distraction, but in the back of my mind, I always knew that this thing wasn’t getting better, only worse. And I knew that when I got called in, the real fun begins.
Alright, that’s enough storytelling. I’m going to take my pills now, nothing good ever happens with my mood when I remember all this. I’ll tell you the rest later, but for now, farewell.
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Clarkson's Columns: "I'm a Ramblin' Man" & James May's security codename is "Acebiscuits"

Oh dear, I've realised I'm a ramblin' man
On a 10-mile stroll around his property, our columnist discovered angry walkers, mutilated deer — and a love of the great outdoors
By Jeremy Clarkson (Sunday Times, June 7)
I've been told many times by fellow farmers that it's important once in a while to do a "perimeter walk". And obviously I've nodded enthusiastically and left the conversation thinking, "Well, that's not going to happen."
I can walk for miles in a town, but I've never really seen the appeal in the countryside. What's the point of going for a walk when you just end up back where you started? You go past a tree and then, shortly, you go past another exactly the same. And then you get hay fever.
However, I was recently told that if you go to a Covid-19 hospital with a body mass index number that puts you in a category called "obese", then you are put straight in the bin. I therefore decided to walk all the way round my farm immediately.
People who walk in the countryside have got it into their heads that it's a sport, like deep-sea diving and ice hockey, so they reckon it needs specialist clothing. But it isn't a sport. It's a pastime, like cricket or Scrabble. Which means you can do it in a suit or swimming trunks. You don't need ski poles or materials that make a noise when you walk, and you definitely don't need to tuck your trousers into your socks.
To prove the point, I got up from the breakfast table and set off in what I happened to be wearing at the time, which was a T-shirt, a pair of jeans and some off-road training shoes I have had for 10 years. Lisa, meanwhile, went for tracksuit bottoms, which she teamed with a pair of Dr Martens Chelsea boots.
We left at 11 in the morning, with me already thinking about the cold lunchtime pint I'd have when I got back. The sun was shining and the going, to begin with, was only mildly uphill. Soon I saw some wildlife. It was a fat ginger youth in an anorak, walking right through the middle of a field of spring barley.
"Please don't do that," I said as he came close. "What are you going to do about it?" he replied. We discussed the options of shooting him or smashing in his face with a spade and, pretty soon, it all got rather heated. And that's odd. I've never had an argument with another pedestrian in London, yet in the sticks I was having a full-blown row with the first one I came across.
Later I came across another.
I asked her politely to put her dogs on a lead as there were sheep in the next field, and was told I couldn't throw my weight about just because I'm on television. Interesting. On the evidence to hand, 100% of people who walk in the countryside are argumentative and unpleasant idiots.
Still, these debates gave me a chance to get my breath back before resuming the endless uphill slog to the most northerly point of the farm. Here, for complicated reasons, there is a gigantic model of James May's head, which has been viciously attacked by walkers with hammers and their bare fists. I have no idea why.
It had been two hours since we set off and we were still going uphill, through a field of brambles that grow out of the ground and then, after forming a hoop, plunge back into it again. You know when Steve McQueen was stuck in that fence? Well, it was like that.
Then we found a Second World War underground air-raid shelter. That was pretty cool, finding out that you own one of those. Less cool was discovering in a nearby wood that other things I own include a fridge freezer, a car door, a sofa, six worn tyres and several hundred empty bottles of cider.
Soon I came across a deer. It had the most adorable face, with the biggest, soppiest eyes I'd ever seen. I stared into them and thought I detected a hint of sadness, which could have had something to do with the fact that behind its head there was nothing but a licked-clean spine. I have no idea what manner of beast killed Bambi in this way. I'm guessing it must have been a lion.
Two fields later I found another dead deer. This one had not been eaten but it had somehow snapped in the middle, so its left buttock was nestling against its cheek. I'm not sure, after seeing it, that I'd let a child walk in the countryside. There's an X-rated surprise at every turn.
Soon I found a broken gate. It had obviously been smashed to smithereens by an out-of-control car. There was a bit of "Police Aware" tape holding what was left of it to the gatepost, so I called the police, who said that, yes, they were indeed aware of the crash in question.
I then asked for the name of the driver, so I could sort out the insurance, but Plod wouldn't hand that over. He was aware of the name, but he wasn't allowed to share it. Good job he's not developing a vaccine for Covid-19.
Five more uphill fields and we reached the big wood where the nettles were up to my nipples and I trod in a badger sett every 17 seconds. It was like a Petri dish of tuberculosis in there and I was glad after two hours to reach a small pond.
It's fed by a spring that looked very inviting. But I don't really like water. It's unnecessary. I know 20-year-olds can't get to the other side of their bedroom these days without "hydrating", but I'd walked for miles on a hot day and I wasn't thirsty at all. I did, however, clean the wounds caused by the brambles and, for a moment, I felt a bit like Bear Grylls.
Lisa, however, felt like going home. She said she had a blister the size of a space hopper on her right heel and that it hurt. I pointed out that it could be worse. The blister could have grown on my foot.
Onwards we went, and upwards, until, after five hours, we found a deer that was extremely unusual for these parts. Mainly because it was alive. Interestingly it had managed to get its head through a hole in the stock fencing, but thanks to its antlers it couldn't pull it back out again.
The poor thing was in a desperate panic. And what do you do in a situation like that? Yes, that's right, you film it and upload it to Instagram as soon as possible. Unfortunately, however, before I could get my camera working the deer was free and on its way.
Then Lisa was too. Nine years younger than me and fit enough to do a marathon while carrying a photocopying machine, but she couldn't take the pressure of a walk round my farm. I was knackered, I admit, but, spurred on by a need to finish what Dr Martens girl could not, I plodded on with no one for company except Bob Seger.
It took seven hours in total to get back to where I'd started. And my phone's fitness app revealed I'd covered just over 10 miles. Slow going, but in my defence much of it was through brambles or streams or over margins that are peppered with ant hills. And more bloody badger setts.
Hateful? I'd love to say it was, but the truth is I loved it. I'd seen a tortoiseshell butterfly, two rabbits, a hare, an amazing thistle-type thing and a squadron of goldfinches. I'd nearly had a fight. I'd seen one snapped deer and one that was just a head and a spine. And most importantly I'd learnt something useful about my farm. All of it is uphill.
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The prince and his missus want low-key security, lads. Let's make sure everyone knows about it
By Jeremy Clarkson (Sunday Times, June 7)
So reports suggest Prince and Princess Harry will soon be spending more than £2.5m a year on a team of crack security experts who cut their teeth in the FBI, the CIA and the NSA (not the National Sheep Association — that's something different). This means that wherever they go, the couple will be accompanied by a highly visible squad of men with curliewurlie earpieces, who will keep the sleeves of their expensive suits fully informed about what's going on at all times. This will make the prince and princess feel very important.
Should there be an incident of some kind, the couple will have been told that one of the team will leap into the path of the oncoming bullet — and they'll have believed this, of course. They will also have believed the guarantee that a full refund will be paid if the agent decides at the last moment that he'd rather not take the bullet after all.
Plus, they'll be deeply impressed when Curt — one of them is bound to be called Curt — scans the rooftops for snipers as he holds open the princess's car door. He isn't doing any such thing, of course. He's just looking up because if he looks down, it will appear he's trying to cop a glimpse of some royal gusset.
Of course, Harry and his wife are close family members of the Queen, but I'll be honest: I'm not sure they need protection. Because if you wanted to make a terrorist statement of some kind, why would you think, "I know. I'll go for a woman who once appeared in a television show that no one watched, and the sixth in line to the throne of a country most people in America have never heard of." They'd be better off targeting Amal Clooney's florist.
Or Gordon Brown. As a former prime minister, he is entitled to round-the-clock protection from a crack team with sub-machineguns and Roger Moore skills in hand-to-hand combat. And can you imagine what the officers in the protection division say when told they've been given Brown to look after? "Oh sir. Can't we have Sir John Major instead? Nothing will happen to him either, but at least, with him, we'd go to a cricket match once in a while."
Also, if we look back over the whole of human history, it's hard to think of a time when a notable person's life has been saved by his or her security detail. There was that chap who was told to look after Princess Anne while she was driven down the Mall. He had all the training and all the reflexes but, come the moment, he was shot by the assailant and then his gun jammed. And, yes, in case you were wondering, it was a Walther PPK.
Then there was Michael Fagan, who broke into Mrs Queen's bedroom in Buckingham Palace one morning. And where was her security man? He'd knocked off at 6am at the end of his night shift.
Further down the evolutionary scale we find Tamara Ecclestone, who was using the same company that Harry and Meghan are considering when someone swiped £50m of jewellery while she was on holiday.
Then there was Kim Kardashian, who is famous and rich for no reason I can see. She was robbed at gunpoint in Paris while her bodyguard was reportedly at a nearby nightclub, protecting her sisters.
In a past life, when Top Gear did a live show, we were always accompanied by a security man who gave us coded "handles" in case his sleeve-based radio network was hacked. So, after work, it'd be: "Traveller's just ordered a glass of wine." Followed a few minutes later by: "Traveller's just ordered another." I insisted on being called "Traveller". James May was "Acebiscuits". Richard Hammond was "Richard Hammond".
I have no idea why we used security.
There must have been some insurance reason, because no one in the world was going to convene his or her terrorist cell and say, "Right. We could go after the president of the United States. Or Gordon Brown. But instead let's kidnap those halfwits from that car show." I can't tell you the guy's name as he was in the Special Boat Service but I can tell you what happened in Moscow one night. I think it gives a pretty good insight into what the security industry is all about.
We were dining at one of those places that are wallpapered in actual gold and that use Cristal champagne to flush the lavatory. Only one other table was occupied, and it was the standard Muscovite fare. There were two insolent-looking yobbos with big watches and stupid shoes surrounded by perhaps 12 pneumatic Ukrainian women.
I popped outside for a cigarette at one point, and our Kevin Costner elected to stay inside with Acebiscuits and Richard Hammond. Which was a worry, because in the street the Third World War was raging. Our fleet of Range Rovers was parked right outside the restaurant, which was causing some distress to the drivers of the fleet of blacked-out Cadillac Escalades that obviously belonged to the yobbos inside.
These very angry guys figured they should be in "pole position", and as they were in full paramilitary uniforms and carrying machineguns, I'd have been inclined to agree. But the growly Russian FSB guy running our squad of drivers was having none of it, so there was much screaming and poking. As it was Russia, it looked like an explosion in a potato factory.
I settled into a doorway to enjoy my Marlboro and watch the scene unfurl, and I remember thinking that this is what it must be like for people who have an idiotically unbalanced world-view: you employ actual, real-life soldiers to have meaningless wars on your behalf. You literally pay them to fight to the death, with guns, over the best parking spot in town.
It's the kind of thing that attracts attention, which I guess is what these people want. If you don't want attention, you should just go out by yourself with no security at all. It'll be interesting to see which way the princess jumps.
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And here's the Sun column: "You buy a Tesla for the cool autopilot function… but you don’t actually use it"
It contains the shocking admission "I actually quite like Tesla’s current range of cars. I think they are interesting and fun."
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The authorities are hiding a new disease from us. People are turning. {Pt 1}

Part 2
Part 3
FINALE
I still see those things in my sleep. Even though it’s been many months since I last saw them, you just can’t stop yourself from visualizing one standing right above your bed when you close your eyes. But it just gets so much worse when these things tear away friends and family from their bodies, instead of having to put a stranger out of their misery. Alright, that was probably too much info to take in so let's start from the beginning. My name is Brad, I'm a Police Sergeant. I won’t get into specifics about my personal life too much because that’s not what all of this is about, I'm here to talk to you about the disease that wiped out or, more like changed, everyone in my hometown.
It was a late chilly August evening, aside from myself there was Carter, Jack, and Logan. For some quick background info, Me and Carter had joined the police force as friends. However, we had met Jack and Logan at the task force itself. Now that our vacation was coming to an end, we had decided to meet up at a campsite to experience the privilege of breathing the crisp nature air we rarely had time to cherish.
We were all sitting on logs, covered in a thick blanket of warmth emanating from the bright campfire raging in front of us. After a while of talking about our lives and upcoming events, we sat in silence, save for the branches Jack was picking at in the fire, with his shotgun leaning on a small rock behind him. Since we work as law enforcers, we were given permission to own a firearm license and use it when we thought necessary. Wild animals or drunks occasionally slip by our woods at night so the double barrel was the only real thing ensuring our safety. It might sound a bit strange but we live in a part of town that doesn’t really mind all that.
As I look back to the woods, recent memories begin to creep into the front of my mind as I fall into deep thought, I knew that it would be best if I just embraced them and got it over with, but I still wasn’t ready to let them go, let alone face them. I try to clear my mind by attempting to rekindle the conversation as I gaze up to the stars beginning to light the reddish sky.
“Nice night today eh?” I gesture upwards with my eyes as everybody else glances up to the darkening sky.
“Yeah” replied Logan.
“Haven’t seen so many stars in a while” added Jack.
After that silence seemed to regain its composure, and I slowly sank back deep into my mind. Though I never showed anything on the outside, I would occasionally feel my locked up thoughts desperately trying to escape my lips. But I didn’t want to worry anyone, so, for now, it was easy enough to brush it off as the aftermath of a dismal incident. It’ll pass I often told myself.
As I looked up from the grass I locked eyes with Carter sitting right across my log. Through all the years together, Carter had learned to read me, even when I put on my most expressionless face.
“You ok Brad?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine” I quickly respond as I break eye contact and look away. After a few more seconds of studying me, he sighs.
“Cut the bull, what’s bothering you?” He questions, clearly not caring about the fact that he had just caught everybody else's attention.
“I’m fine! Just thinking about that book I'm writing” I retort.
“Your Crime Novel? Come on, you don’t just pull that out of nowhere” continues Carter.
“And besides, you never liked dealing with outlaws, why remember all that?” he says.
“Just” I stop. “Wanted to tell others what shit they're getting themselves into if they decide to sign up, preparing them” I unenthusiastically blurt out.
And with that Carter fell quiet weighing his options on what to say next. Tired of the whole ordeal, I blatantly kick some nearby dirt as I look to the sun beginning to touch the horizon.
“It’s you gf isn’t it”
I jolt up to see that Logan has piped into the conversation.
“How’d you-”
“You’re in the blues, we all go through it, just pick yourself up and- there are plenty of fish in the sea!” he announces as he lets out a quick chuckle.
“Yeah, me and…” I start.
I’m about to have my emotions all leave my mouth at once when I hear a big piece of wood fall and I look at the dying fire. I shouldn’t tell them, not yet.
“We need to spark up the fire again, I'll go get us some firewood.”
I hastily grab the bag we use for this job and hurriedly leave my group mates, most of whom have gone back to doing their own thing, but as Carter puts the last of the remaining twigs into the fire he looks at me with suspicion until I’m completely out of his sight. As I walk through the bushes into a more wooded area I begin to feel irked. Who are they to judge what I do with my life, Carter always questioning everything. I spot a half snapped tree surrounded by thick branches. Jackpot. The frustration on my face quickly dissipates as I collect the cool but dry timber. That'll last us the entire night if not more!. With little light to guide me, I collect as much wood as the bag could hold before a repulsive stench hits my nose.
Out of pure disgust, I cough a couple of times before putting a hand up to my nose. I know it sounds cliche but at that moment, I felt expired blood and the insides of a frog intensified by 200% all around me. I was about to leave when I heard a distorted growling noise. I looked deeper into the woods and only saw darkness as the sun’s rays no longer reached this part of the forest. After a few more seconds of not moving an inch, I heard slow, seemingly distant footsteps. It was barely noticeable, but eventually, the smell got stronger and the growl became more aggressive as the footsteps got louder and louder. It was only when my eyes started to water from the lack of blinking mixed with the rotten stench and the horrific sound mere yards from me, that I bolted back in the direction of the camp.
As I got closer to my destination, I began to hear faint noises of Jack’s usual bragging about a girl and a bar and laughs coming from Logan and Carter. However, my sudden burst of hope quickly diminished, as I felt more isolated by the second as the footsteps behind me had now clearly turned into a run. Eventually, I saw the tiny fire barely illuminating 3 figures past the familiar bushes. I charged through all the sharp tree branches hanging in front of me, scraping my face, not daring to look back. Finally, I crashed through the bushes and felt my shoulder impact the rough ground below me.
Once my breaths had filled my lungs with an adequate amount of oxygen, I looked up to see that my friends were all gaping at me with a surprised and puzzled look. They all held a bottle of Heineken, which explained why their laughs had suddenly ceased when I plopped down right in front of them. I no longer heard the footsteps, but the relief of that did not compare to the terrified, dreaded feeling that screamed at me. I glared at the double-barrel shotgun, ready to jump on it when Carter put a hand on my shoulder, he was the only person that looked relaxed in our group. But when I looked into his eyes, I only saw curiosity mixed in with concern.
“Let’s get you up bud,” he says as he offers his hand. I clasp it and get up on my legs.
“Alright, what’s wrong?”
My explanations seem to come out in a jumble of words according to Carter’s face, but out of all of it, at least he understood that something was wrong and we were in danger. Though hesitant, everyone caved in after a while of convincing. We had gone hunting yesterday, so our remaining ammo for the shotgun was low anyway. On the way back to the cabin, I managed to repeat everything I said in a more calm demeanor, but in the end, everyone was either looking at me like I had just uncovered a terrible truth, or that I needed serious medical attention. I’ve been told that lying isn’t my strong suit though, which is probably the reason why they didn’t give me up to a mental hospital then and there.
“So, you didn’t actually see anyone?” Jack asked curiously. I nodded as he scratched his stubble beard. “It’s your imagination, you’ve just been tense the past few weeks; it's just an instinct overreaction, get some sleep and you’ll wake up as fresh as a daisy”
When we got back to the cabin we all felt drowsy, dumping our clothes in the living room and heading off to our own small rooms to hit the hay. I vaguely remember wishing everyone a good night within my yawns, I remember hitting my pillow out of exhaustion, and I remember closing my eyes with thinking everything would be ok tomorrow. My optimism wouldn’t last.
I woke up in a sweat, hearing loud voices downstairs. I flung on a t-shirt and some jeans before running out of my door and feverishly stumbling down the stairs. As I was going down I heard “What the hell is that!” and “Get the shotgun!” I wasn’t surprised to find everyone was already down there aside from Jack arguing about what to do next.
“What's going on?!” I shout. Logan turns to me wide-eyed and explains the situation.
“I woke up in the middle of the night to get some water from the kitchen so I come down here, look out of the window and see that!” He points to someone standing right outside the backyard window and I feel a chill run down my spine.
As the commotion around me progresses, I continue peering at the person, or at least someone that looks like a person on the other side of the window. He had pale skin and brown hair that was beginning to fall off with a black liquid trickling down his mouth. In a sick way, it reminded me of saliva oozing out of a baby’s mouth. And then there were the eyes, the white bloodshot eyes. But that’s not what chilled me to the bone, what truly stopped this thing from being called a human, were the exotically malicious growls it was making. The same growls I heard in the woods, except now they were much, much closer. I look back to my companions to see Jack had joined us and had his hand on the backyard door.
“I’m gonna put a hole in that son of a bitch! Who the hell does he think he is barging in the middle of the night, waking everyone up, and not even giving a damn!” he furiously shouts.
“Jack, look! You don’t know what that thing is! Just calm down and let's all figure this out!” I shouted back, but the door is already open and it’s inside, I hear a sharp explosion and then a scream before it's on Jack.
It all seemed to happen so fast. Logan was frozen in place, Carter was trying to pull the thing off, while Jack was desperately screaming for us to get it off him. I spot the double-barrel lying beside the struggle and know I only have one shot. I promptly grab the shotgun, click off the safety, pull back the fore-end, concentrate and aim just as Carter shoves the thing to the wall. My finger pulls back the trigger and the double-barrel recoils just as it’s getting up. The cartridge collides with its shoulder and a squirt of blood leaves its upper chest as it swiftly falls backward, and collapses on the wooden tiles. Logan and Carter run to help Jack while I take off the two remaining shells from the shotgun’s sling and reload after inserting them into the loading port. I’m not risking an empty gun if more of those things stop by. I run over to check on Jack who’s squirming in pain.
“Are you all right?” I worriedly ask him.
“Yeah, just a flesh wound, but that little fucker actually bit me right here” he wheezes for air as he points to his neck where the things teeth marks revealed to have made a wide gash filled with blood and the black liquid that have begun to flood his clothes.
“What was the problem with that-” Logan’s voice is cut off by those damn growls.
I slowly turn around to see the impossible. It had gotten back up, it’s shoulder was limp and the force of my shot had caused its skin and bone to be destroyed which instead, now showed a weak shower of blood dribbling down its ribs, and I swear I thought I saw a part of its lungs as well. And it was still standing, It took me a few moments to notice all this and when I did, I saw the thing was now advancing forward, glaring into my soul with such hatred, that I felt it would search every fiery corner in hell until It found and killed me. I stumbled with my shotgun while the others urgently shouted at me to shoot it. By the time it’s pointed at the thing it’s only a few feet away. In a mix of fear and confusion, I fire my last two shells at its head and torso and feel the double barrel’s rear smash against my chest as a bright yellow light flashes from its muzzle. Over the sound of my ears ringing I hear a thud and look up to see the thing laying on the ground… hopefully, for good this time.
I drop the shotgun and run to check the corpse when I notice Jack’s wheezes had stopped and now turned into slow forced breaths. My pace quickens to a jog as I turn to Jack’s direction and shock overtakes me when I see his skin had become pale like the thing’s and he was now periodically coughing up blood.
“Carter gets him an ambulance, me and Logan will-” I don't get to finish my sentence as Jack begins coughing again, but this time instead of blood, he hacks up a few drops of a black substance that land on my shirt. Usually, I’d act very differently if this happened, but at that moment, the fear for my friend greatly overpowered my spark of disgust. All my attention is on Jack as he begins to talk with a raspy voice.
“It’s too late, It’s taking over, I can’t control...it ...anymore” And with that, his muscles relax and he stops breathing. Carter pulls his head towards his neck to check his pulse and then soundlessly gets back up with his head pointed downwards. Jack was dead. We all stand in silence for a few moments before Logan speaks up.
“It had to be that thing right? The black goo it gave him, was it poisonous or something?” Then I asked the question I still regret to this day.
“What did he mean by it was taking over him?” Carter still looking at the floor hesitantly answers.
“Maybe the substance infected his blood, which caused the primary organs to shut down, maybe he thought he was losing control of them while they actually just stopped operating.” He says this to himself more than us.
“So death was taking over him?” Logan asks.
“I don't know” Carter bleakly says as he pushes his hand into his face.
Then the whole situation really sinks in. Jack was gone, we hadn't saved him in time. If I had warned him earlier, and gone out and killed that disgrace of a human being then Jack would have survived. It’s all my fault, I was the one with the gun. We’re all choking back tears now. It’s been a while since I had someone close pass away. It’s so depressing to re-enter that phase where you remember all those great times you were with them, and then slowly be swallowed up by the painful realization that you would never experience any of that ever again.
But there was something else that bothered me. Jack was around my height, but he was no small guy, 6’2 in fact. To see him slip away in a matter of minutes, seconds after a bite was in some ways more shocking than sad. I look at the group and see Logan pacing around the room.
“What are we going to tell the guys at the station, his family, they’re all gonna think we did it” he inquires.
And In all honesty, Logan is a pretty chill guy and to see him this nervous didn’t help our situation. Carter opens his mouth to say something when I hear a disturbing moaning sound. We instantly turn our backs to confront the noise, and then we see where it’s coming from. No, No, he's not that thing, he’s not that humanoid! Jack or the creature that had stripped his soul from his body was now standing with its back towards us, observing the surroundings in front of it. Somehow me and Carter knew it wasn’t our Jack, but Logan thought differently.
“It’s a miracle, he’s alive!” he shouts in joy as he runs towards the humanoid for a hug, hands outstretched.
We grab Logan and tell him that it’s not the real Jack but he retorts by saying it is and he’s alive. With surprising force, he violently pushes us off and runs towards the dead Jack. Just as he’s about to reach the thing, it turns around and we see white eyes where it’s pupils once were, only red veins remain like rivers on a map. His moans had gotten more aggressive now, similar to growls, and when he opened his mouth, the same black goo was visible bubbling deep in his throat. Logan began to back off but the creature snaps it’s head back and lunges right at him. It crashes into his shoulder and knocks him to the ground, all the while Logan was switching between swearing the most he ever had in his life and pushing the creature’s chin from his shoulder. We ran to help him but just as we were almost there, the thing finally managed to get its teeth on his skin and sank them deep into his chest.
“I’m bit, you can’t save me, get out of here, get help! He desperately implored.
We both stared at the scene before us, deciding what to do next before looking at each other and dashing to the decrepit BMW in the front yard. On the run back I almost tripped when my gaze lingered too long on the slimy intestines spilled out on the dead thing’s stomach that now had it’s shattered skull turned into a fountain of red. The combination of that and the echoes of Logan’s screams slicing the air didn’t help my coordination. Once I was finally outside, I spotted Carter running towards the car whom I followed, having the cool fresh air brush against my quiff hair ever so slightly. I jumped into the front passenger seat of our vehicle and slammed the car door shut just as Carter flared up the engine and turned on the headlights. We sped off into the night, attempting to comprehend everything that had happened. Even though new questions popped up every minute there were a few that stuck out. How did Jack die from a bite? How did he get back up? Will Logan share the same fate? As my sea of questions rose I began to feel a headache coming along as well as a tingling fatigue. Just as I was about to pass out, Carter startled me awake.
“So where exactly are we going?” he says in an obnoxious manner as he taps his fingers on the wheel.
“I got no idea” I plainly responded. I happened to glance downwards as I said this and I saw the same few drops of black goo Jack had spit on me right after he was bitten.
“Hey Carter, I’ve still got that black shit on me by the way” I nervously tell him. He glances at my t-shirt and then back at the road before he responds.
“Just don’t touch it, you can change it when we arrive at my house”
“Problem is, it’s far away,” I grumbled in annoyance. When I really thought about it, I realized all our houses were far away, in fact, the only standing structure I knew around this area was the...Bingo!
“Carter we're going to the station, out here it’s only like a 5-10 minute drive.”
“You sure Brad?” he questions. “You think the chief’s still awake by now? And besides, he’ll probably think we're insane.”
“Relax, look at the Chief’s never doubted me, and who knows how bad this thing is if it’s... infectious, he must have gotten reports of this, and if not, well tell him we're just tired and walk out the doors and figure everything out in the morning, plus I don’t know how long I can be in safety with this shirt on. Carter gives me a suspicious, almost unsatisfied look before his face relaxes.
“Then let’s go!” he says nonchalantly. And with that, we make a left turn to drive out of the woods and to the station.
When we arrived, there weren’t many lights rebelling against the early morning. We got out of our BMW and locked the doors. As we got closer to the foggy glass doors we heard chattering from inside. We reach the doors and pull them open. Inside was the Chief standing with his thick black mustache and the few strings of hair that remained plastered on his head. Beside his hand holding his daily cup of joe’s stood one of my coworkers that looked to be on duty. His surprise quickly turns into a heartwarming smile.
“Brad, Carter! What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be resting under some warm covers while you have the time? He gives out a jolly laugh as he walks over to us and gives us two nice pats on the back. “What can I do for you?” he asks.
“Sorry for barging in like this Chief Noah, but we have something important we need to tell you, maybe you can fill us in on this?” We explain a bit of what happened, leaving out the most unbelievable parts. When we finish, his face shows nothing but curiosity, however, his eyes are undoubtedly filled with panic. A couple of seconds pass in silence before he speaks again.
“Alright boys, I’ll make sure this is dealt with,” he states. “But you two need some rest, and with the bags under your eyes you’re in no condition to drive.” The drowsy feeling I had before, hits me with severe force and I realize I am in bad shape to drive, I spare a glance at Carter and saw that he was no different than me, maybe worse.
“So here’s what we’ll do.” The Chief continues. “We’re gonna get you two a place to sleep for the night” he peers at my BMW through the window. “And when you wake up fresh in the morning, you’ll safely drive back home.” he finishes.
I muster up a weak smile at the Chief as he sends someone over to escort us to our rooms.
“Hey, you have something on your shirt there” our escort notifies me as we reach my room.
“Oh yeah, got some dirt on it, isn’t coming off, do you have a shirt I can borrow here?” I lie.
“Uh, yeah sure, should I throw your current shirt in the wash-”
“Yeah, thanks a lot” I cut him off not wanting him to ask any questions.
He leaves and comes back a minute later with a fresh shirt from the dryer, I snatch it, walk into my room and change my shirt. Once that’s done I come out, thank him again and walk into my room for the night. After that, I can’t remember what I did. But the memory of Chief whispering a code blue into his radio accompanied by a command to send two units over to our cabin’s location just before he was out of earshot lingered in my mind long after I fell into a deep sleep.
When I awoke from my slumber the sun’s rays were already flashing through the top of my window. I look at the clock, it shows 12:27 p.m. Usually, I would jump up if I woke up at this time but again, recalling previous events, I didn’t care what time I woke up for now. I look down at my shirt to be sure that the black spot is no longer there when I realize that I hadn’t changed my clothes last night. After a few quick stretches I open my door and walk to the station’s living room where I see Carter and a few other officers lounging on the chairs and sofa with their cups of coffee. Not in the mood for a cup, I walk down to Carter and grab a donut on the way.
“So where’s the big guy,” I ask Carter.
“My guess is that he’s out cold, must’ve been up all night” Carter answers taking a sip of his coffee.
I take a bite of my donut as I take a seat next to Carter. I’m about to put my head down on the sofa when our escort from last night comes up to us.
“Good morning, you guys sleep well?” he asks.
“Yeah, we had a good rest” I respond.
“So we finished washing your shirt, and most of its come off but there’s still a little bit left right here.” he points to a dark spot that remains on my clean white shirt. Damn it.
“Oh alright, thanks again” I reply carefully taking the shirt from his hands without touching the black spot. Our escort smiles and wishes us a wonderful day before he leaves.
“I’m kind of getting tired of having a shirt be one of my main problems,” I tell Carter.
“Tough luck” he guesses.
“Come on, I’m starting to get a bit homesick after all of this”
I chomp down the last bits of my donut while Carter gulps down the remainder of his drink. After we're done we get up and walk outside. I throw my dirty shirt in the nearest trash can, glad to get rid of it and embrace the warm soothing air. I get into the BMW and slowly lean on the slightly burning driver’s seat. The air inside my car was humid, which hinted the sun was already starting to bake it. I hastily turn on the air conditioner before the insides of my car become a blazing banya. I turn the key for the engine and press on the gas while informing Carter that I was going to drop him off at his house first.
We didn’t talk much on the drive back, and while that might seem a bit odd for us since we’re usually pretty energetic when it comes to conversations, what’s even more strange is that the frequent traffic we often bump into is nowhere in sight. Sure there were cars that occasionally followed or zoomed by us, but not enough to cause a real big traffic jam, even more, there seemed to be an increased amount of police everywhere as well. We didn’t pay too much mind to this however and we eventually reached Carter’s house where he jumped off and promised to give me a call later on.
As soon as he entered his house I turned back around into the direction of the cabin. To this day I still think that I was better off not going but at the time I felt I needed to know the truth. I knew Carter would disagree which is why I was going alone, I needed to know what really happened to Jack and Logan. The ride was shorter than I expected, though that made sense since we usually had a numerous amount of stalls on the way there. But now that nothing could distract me, I determinedly made my way to the old house. When I arrived it was well past brunch, I parked my car a good distance from the lodge not wanting to attract attention. As I expected, when the entire part of the front of the house was visible I noticed a cop car standing right in front of the cabin where I could barely make out a figure through the half-cracked open window. I quickly hid behind some trees, if any of my co-workers recognized me there would surely be questions on why I was here during my vacation right after I reported an attack here just a day ago.
I waited for a few minutes, hoping for some miracle that would make whoever was there leave and not getting any. I was just about to head back when I heard a loud voice coming from inside the car, I looked back and saw the person inside now held a small black object. His radio. He looked distraught and a few seconds later he put down the radio and flared his cruiser while simultaneously turning on his sirens and driving right past my hiding spot as I ducked beneath some bushes. When the coast was clear and I couldn’t hear the sound of his screeching tires anymore I made a run for the cabin. I got to the door and tried to open it but it was locked or barricaded from the inside. Should’ve come earlier.
Then I remembered the backyard, the wooden fence isn’t that tall and I could probably climb over it. Before doing so, I listened for any noise, it didn’t seem like there was any and they wouldn’t have time to set up cameras in there. At this point, I was too dogged to stop myself so I brazenly grabbed the top of the fence and pulled myself over. I landed on the grass and turned the corner to the grilling area where the backdoor was and I was taken aback. I knew the backyard would be a bit messy from our struggle, but the new scene was unsettling. More furniture was tossed over and it now looked like somebody had spilled a full bucket of black goo instead of the few drops we saw last night. The same repulsive smell I felt in the woods and on my shirt had also returned. Police had quite a time.
Yet, something told me that I needed to continue onwards and find out what happened last night, perhaps and instinct. I followed the scent as it got stronger, the only thing that I could do to stop myself from vomiting was breathing through my mouth but even then I still felt it’s ominous presence. And then at the very edge of the backyard, I saw a white bag lying on the orange leaves with what looked to be a shovel situated on the fence. As I got closer I realized that what I was looking at was a body bag. On closer examination, I noticed a small part of the bag on the top was unfolded. At the angle I was at, I couldn’t see inside it but a couple of steps forward would. After taking a deep breath, I leaned my head sideways and immediately saw that the corpse inside was filled with bullet holes and the black goo like in all the other infected. And then I recognized the person as the crippled, rotting body of Logan.
I've had enough of this! I thought as I sprinted in the direction of the BMW. I jumped over the fence and stopped in my tracks. In front of me stood a policeman with a fresh cut who I assumed was trying to grow a beard. I braced for the incoming questions but then realized the man standing in front of me was Jerald. Me and him weren’t really close, but since we both work at the station with the others, I could say we were acquaintances.
“Brad?” He asked as he took off his glasses to inspect me. “Aren’t you still on break, why are you here?”
“It’s a long story, did you get assigned here?”
“Yeah, just right now they needed someone to fill in this case, the others-” he stops realizing he had said too much. “Well, they had other matters to deal with…”
“Anyways, why are you here again?” he presses. I really don’t know what to say, I mean, I can’t think of a good lie but I can’t think of a good way to put the truth either. Then I remember the Chief’s reaction, he was definitely hiding something back there and if he knows something then maybe he told the others on-duty like Jerald. I decided to give it a shot and confess everything to him pretty quickly.
“I don’t know, yesterday Me, Carter, Jack and Logan were camping, then we went back inside and in the middle of the night, this thing with black goo bit Jack and we took it down but then Jack started spitting the black goo and bit Logan-”
“You... already saw them?” He asks
“Saw...who?”
“Biters” he balks for a few seconds. “Some kind of disease going around, they’ll tell you everything when you’re back on the job” he turns towel back to his car but I stop him.
“Look, I lost 2 people I’ve known for years last night, can you just tell me what the hell is going on here?” He sighs and looks me in the eye.
“I’m not allowed to say anything to anyone, but look, these biters are multiplying, lock your doors and try not to go outside too much, that’s all I can offer, enjoy the rest of your vacation.”
I take in all of this relatively slowly but I still manage to thank him and drive back home. After that, it was difficult to be at ease whenever I remembered what Jerald told me. Which is why I slept a lot, it was a good distraction, but in the back of my mind, I always knew that this thing wasn’t getting better, only worse. And I knew that when I got called in, the real fun begins.
Alright, that’s enough storytelling. I’m going to take my pills now, nothing good ever happens with my mood when I remember all this. I’ll tell you the rest later, but for now, farewell.
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