It’s been a couple of months since my last full post. I would like to apologize for the lack of updates during that time. No one here knew how to access the website and make updates for me, so the only thing the other members could do was wait and worry during my absence without letting the rest of the world know what was going on. Once again, I am sorry for the extended leave from NecroResistance and the Compound. But now that I have rested and can go about my daily life and resume the training schedule we had acquired, I can finally let the rest of the NecroResistance members and anyone else interested know why I was gone for so long. So here goes:
On August 3rd of 2009, I boarded a flight with a friend to visit the South African Lowveld where a recent sighting of zombies was reported. The flight was long, nearly thirty-six hours total, and when we arrived at the final airport we exited the plane to a welcoming committee of three gentlemen in suits holding a sign with my name on it. I assumed this was my ride to my hotel, which was booked as part of the trip. The men seemed nice enough, carried our luggage, even opened doors for us when we reached the SUV parked outside. They even offered us refreshments from a refrigerator built into the SUV. It was a popular cream soda from that region called “Sparletta”. It was delicious, and I drank the whole thing in a few minutes. It was very hot and for some reason the air conditioning in the SUV didn’t seem to work as well as it should have. There were two men in the front seats, my colleague and I sat in the middle, and another man sat in the back with our luggage. The one in the back told us it was at least an hour to our hotel, so I figured I would catch a nap during the trip. My friend was just as worn out as me, I guess, because he was asleep before I even had my eyes shut.
I’m not sure how long I was asleep, but when I awoke it was dark and I was alone in the SUV. When I got out I realized the SUV was parked in a garage with the doors shut. Only one regular door led outside and I opened it to find the three men surrounding a person on the floor. One of them held a tube about the size of an ink pen. I soon realized it was a needle and the person on the floor was my friend. The two other men led me over to a small windowed room on the right side of the larger room. As I watched, I realized that my friend was still alive, but his breathing was shallow. One of the men informed me that he had been given a sedative to keep him relaxed during this. The man outside injected whatever was in the needle into my friend then joined us in the room. Fifteen minutes later, my friend stopped breathing. I now began to worry what fate they had in store for me. Another hour went by, and I was started to get very paranoid and anxious. Then, my friend started moving. his eyes opened and he writhed slowly like a fish that had been out of water for a long time and was just about to die.
He did this for a few minutes before the man who had injected him walked out and gave him another shot. His body went into spasms before he went limp again. One of the other men told me that the one who had done the injecting had been working for South African government officials over the last four years to develop a temporary zombie-type effect in the dying. The liquid in the needle was injected in those who were dying in battle (or in the veins of a healthy enemy), then found its way to the frontal lobe of the brain. Consisting of highly conductive metals and tiny electronic micro-computers that were preprogrammed to accomplish certain commands, this drug killed a person, revived their frontal lobes, then when the mission was over killed them off indefinitely. They hadn’t yet perfected it, the most they had gotten out of it was a series of muscle contractions. No real programming had been used so far.
They kept me there for the duration of my trip, which was just over a month, dropping me off at the airport with all my luggage and information on the experimental weapon. They informed me that they, along with the man working for the government, were part of an underground African movement to fight bio-weaponry. When they found out that I was coming to Africa for an investigation (which turned out to be fraudulent, to my disappointment) they came up with a plan to kidnap myself and my friend, who it turned out had agreed to undergo the experiment after they explained the premises of it. The second injection had jump-started his system and he had been rushed to a local hospital where he remains even now. We converse daily and he is doing great. But the point of the whole thing is that while everyone is laughing at us here at the NR and claiming that the Compound is a waste of time, real evil is going on right now under our noses. If a small government in a South African country is getting results like these on their budget, what is our government doing right now? Let us not forget the undead sightings after Katrina struck New Orleans, nor the sightings after the tsunami that wiped out those cities and towns only five years ago.
This is only the beginning of a new world that might end abruptly and violently. We have two months until the release of the new Left 4 Dead training simulator and much work to do. I have low hopes that this crisis will be averted after witnessing what I have witnessed, so all we can do is hope, train, and keep an eye on those who work against us. They just might be the ones who unleash Hell upon us.
Tom B.