# Interlude ## Wrath [[Wrath]] continues to speak, He is loud, unbridled. I fear I am going insane. [[Wisdom]] holds me back, stops Wrath from fully consuming me. She is weak, but she is right. It's very frustrating. Only Callum knows thus far. And I haven't told him of [[Sorrow]] and the newest one, [[Void]]. I can't sleep anymore. I hear these voices in my head constantly. I beheaded three of the returned traitors today. They should never have left mythborn. They were from the second group of [[After Fall|AF]] day 2. These idiots leave, then a week later return and expect us to feed them? Wrath demanded the violence, and I agreed, overriding Wisdom. People shy away from me now, out of both fear and respect. A good thing I suppose. My goal as leader of the fallen world is a Just, United world. –[[Victor Cran|Victor]], AF 0, week 1. Day 9. ___ ## Memo 6741037 DDCC Memorandum 6741037 Alias: Undead 0.8 Chestnut, Ida The new life forms are paradoxical. The people who get infected get sick, and change. The dead are rising. They seemingly dont have to be bitten or anything to turn. It doesnt appear to be genetic, viral, or parasitic. As of now, results are inconclusive. The only method of euthanization is Transorbital Penetration, or crushing the skull. The dead appear to slowly rot, needing to consume a lot of matter In order to continue to, for lack of a better term, live. The living who are infected get feverish, avoid darkness and water, and eventually they are overtaken. The living do not need to feed so regularly as compared to the dead. The Hollow seem to grow stronger as they feed, not actively rotting as the Turned counterparts. They will eat animals, but the best creature for consumption seems to be living humans, with the next best being human corpses. The other lab techs have begun calling these creatures “Slackjaws” But medically we are calling them the Hollow, and the Turned. As of now, the DDCC guidelines remain as isolation from the feverish and corpses. Do not get in contact with them. ___ ## USCDC PLAN OF ACTION USCDC PLAN OF ACTION Version 3.3a Pattinson, Earl Security clearance level 6 General directives 1. Do not attempt contact 2. Do not perform rescues on bitten individuals 3. In the event of reanimation in a controlled zone, initiate code black 4. All non essential witnesses must be executed. 5. The infected living must be quarantined permanently for the observation of the infection. Field elimination protocol - Destroy brain or sever spinal cord above the c-4 vertebrae - Incinerate the remains, reanimated or infected. - Avoid Melee contact. - Avoid firearm usage near any other reanimated. Emotional or physical compromise will result in immediate suspension or termination. A final reminder. [[EO 26,393-M32A]] grants the USCDC, FBI, and, CDC, nigh exemption from ethical and moral guidelines. The sites must be zoned 17-20 or higher, however they will not have any oversight. ___ ## Southern News 1 Slackjaw 27 Script, 4:55 pm “Welcome back fellow rebels. You're joined today for the 5pm segment by Majorie, and myself.” SMILE AND CHUCKLE WARMLY. “Thanks Mark. As we all know now, the Slackjaw epidemic has reached a fever pitch. The Dixie Disease Control Center has issued a shelter in place warning.” CUT TO SHELTER IN PLACE GRAPHIC. “They have said that the virus is in fact containable. But will take time.” “That’s right Majorie. And the USCDC has come out with some shocking news in a leaked memo. Executive Order 26,393-M32A has given the FBI, CIA, and CDC full exemption from the Virginia ethics pact. This allows their facilities to kidnap people, experiment, and seize property and businesses at will.” “Mark, that sounds a lot like fascism to me.” SOUND LIGHTLY PUZZLED. “You are sure right. It sounds exactly like how they caused the secession war.” CUT TO [[Leah Feldman|LEAH FELDMAN]] STILL. “There are leaked files alleging that president Leah Feldman will soon declare martial law.” “Now at 5 on the dot, here's your 5pm weather update with Emily Carson.” SOUND ENERGETIC. CUT TO EMILY CARSON WEATHER TRANSITIONAL CLIP. ___ ## Speed Elliot Scott cherished the adrenaline running through his veins, antebellum corvette, running 90 around the Athens perimeter. He’d finally gotten off work, 3 hours late. *Freaking idiots.* Had they sold the crawl space properly, it wouldn't have taken so long to finish. But that was only one hour of the three. The other two were spent waiting on the maintenance guys to finish the gate. *If corporate had done their job and told us we couldn't use the lot today, it would have made a lot more sense.* Elliot worked for a small pest control company, 3 routes, maybe 30 hours of work each week, 9-6. A good gig. Each day he drove to the office, then went to a job with the other guys, who brought him back to the office. It was now 10pm, the perfect time to drive 90 on a highway without cops or people around. The roads were mostly clear, with the occasional semi or minivan. With three lanes, Elliot could pass with ease. *Why drive 45. It’s a 55 zone. Probably a woman, or an old man.* His adrenaline hit a fever pitch when he felt an object hit his front bumper. “Shit!” He slowed, still going 90, then threw the car into reverse for the 600 or so feet it had taken to stop. *What the hell have i done…* The corpse had been split into several large chunks, and several dozen smaller ones. The body parts reeked to high hell, brown, red and black blood sprayed about like a dropped can of paint. This was worse to Elliot than any rat, roach, or bedbug infestation he had ever seen. Worse even than the time he found a dry corpse under a house. “What on earth?” He said aloud as the severed head began to breath. It flexed its jaw, clacking its teeth together. He felt a searing pain in his left shoulder, then felt hands wrap tightly around the left ankle. Elliot shouted, whirling around, but he was too slow to evade the situation. More corpses were on him in an instant, sinking their teeth into his flesh, tearing him apart. [[08 Silence]]