It’s that time of year again. Time for a rather horrific story.
Part three of “Event Zero.”
Part One – Event Zero
Part Two – Shadow of the Valley
>ERC Document - “Event Alexandria” >pp. 114-117 >Filed 05-11-2025 >ERCD 1001 >Current security status: Classified >These pages of document 1001 are a record of files >from the harddrive of Alexander Vick, shortly after the >Alexandria Event. Dates given are the timestamps of >the recovered files. >View Log: >Jocelyn Kramer, M.D., Ph.D, Center for Disease Control >Col. Albert Hammer, Air Force, Department of Defense >Capt. Elizabeth Friendly, M.D., Walter Reed - Bethesda Naval >[REDACTED] >[REDACTED] >[REDACTED] >Yuri Hrab, Special Agent, Event Research Commission
2024-06-14 11:58 pm
All I know is what I hear on the tv. All about the dead rising from the graves. Just like in the good book. And all those movies.
There’s a graveyard next to my house. It’s old and small. About a dozen graves in all. The last body in there is the old woman who sold the house to me. The first one was from the civil war.
House has been here a long time. The wood on the floor, especially on the back stairs, is warped and creaks like my old Chevy when Dolly jumps in the flatbed.
I don’t spook easy, but there are times at night when the stairs settle on their own. Charlotte sleeps through it, but it always wakes me and Dolly up. Half the time I got the .45 in my hand before my eyes are all the way open.
Dolly just curls back up at the foot of the bed and goes back to sleep.
It’s not like anyone is going to sneak up on the house like some sort of ninja. I ain’t paranoid. And if someone drives up the gravel Dolly would hear it when it started a quarter mile away.
It’s one of those nights. The staircase is in rare form. I actually got up and checked it out, half expecting a visitor from one of those graves.
Couldn’t get back to sleep. The doc told me I should write shit down when I get this way. Since Anne passed… well I do my best. But I started to get pissed real easy, and I almost hit Charlene.
Hardest decision I ever made, but I went in and talked to a therapist. But For Charlene I’d do anything. She’s all I have left, and if anything happened to her…
Hell, I didn’t even talk to a shrink after Iraq. Didn’t seem much of a point. I did what I did and I’m proud to have been a soldier. If it wasn’t for a half-inch piece of metal that sliced up my leg real good I might still be out there.
Shrink says business is booming since the dead started coming back. I told her, “no shit, Sherlock.” But I seen enough dead already, some I made that way myself. It wouldn’t bother me to convince those bone bags they made a mistake coming back.
That’s what I thought. Until I realized I have a dozen dead bodies in my back yard.
Doc says the dreams are related to Iraq, but I don’t buy it. I think it’s just stress. I mean, who could blame me, I’m alone with Charlene out here. Girls need their moms, and she ain’t got one now.
She seems well adjusted enough, considering. Got good grades, lots of friends. She says that helps.
I ask her what she thinks of this whole zombie thing. If she’s bible believing and knows about the End Times.
She just rolls her eyes like I’m talking about some movie. And maybe she’s right to do that. I can’t say the good book has been a lot of comfort recently. In a way, it’s just the opposite. If this really is the end, I’m not sure I want to know it.