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The following document has recently been released by Oak Asylum located in Riverdale. It was found in the public restroom of Columbus park right after the famous massacre on the 4th of July 2003. There’s no recent information available about the author. Currently there’s an investigation going on behalf of the loved ones of the casualties to discover what exactly happened and why no one is allowed to see the suspect.
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Alright, alright... I need to get myself together... need to get organized... to get the hell out of here if I want to survive this hellhole. I don’t know why I’m writing this on a useless scrap of paper that I just found in the garbage can, but I guess I have to do something or else I’ll become insane. My mind still can’t process what exactly happened back there. Does it really matter? Everybody’s dead, so why trying to puzzle this thing together and write it down for the sole purpose that anyone will find it and knows what happened here? Is this even real? Are those things that stalk outside not one of my hallucinations? It has been a while since I took my prescribed medication and when I don’t take them, I start seeing things. Horrible things. I’m talking about pulsating walls covered in veins, voices commanding me to kill and destroy, deformed babies walking on spider legs, laughing and all kinds of other sadistic and twisted things like that. It has always been this way. Since I was a little boy, I dreamt about the end of the world. Corpses crawling out of their graves, seas turning in a putrid pool of blood, pus and intestines... It seems that I’m having another episode. I need to write it down, read it again and realize how absurd it is. Let’s see if Dr. Hallmann’s technique still works.
Okay, so I was just hanging around in the park. Feeding the ducks, watching children and dogs play and enjoying the warm sun touching my skin. Suddenly, I heard a thumping sound accompanied with an explosion. I saw everybody looking in the distance, pointing and talking to each other. The dogs barked and the ducks flew away in terror. I slowly turned around and saw smoke. I figured that it was somewhere near the shopping mall. Another explosion, this time larger and louder than the one before, threw me on the ground. I heard screams and yells around me. I stood up, regaining my balance and saw many people lying on the ground, choking in their blood or holding their torn limbs tightly against them. What the hell happened here? Why was everybody lying on the ground dying, whilst I didn’t have a scratch? I tried to help people, but they all died in my arms. The sky slowly turned purple and it rained bits of... well, tadpoles are the best way to describe them. They fell with loud thumps on the ground and wriggled themselves to the wounded. Suddenly, I heard a little boy screaming. My eyes scanned the park and I saw the boy near the body of her mother near the playground. He was crying hysterically and he was very scared. I ignored the tadpoles and ran to the child. I grabbed him by the arm, lifted him and carried him away from the approaching pulsating wave. The tadpoles entered the corpses by the dozens. I saw them penetrating their wounds, ears, mouths... eyes... every entrance imaginable. Somehow, they ignored me and the boy. I figured that it wasn’t the time to think. We needed to get away from this. The tadpole rain stopped, now replaced with a dense fog. The fog curled around my legs and slowly increased in volume. The boy stopped crying, but I could see that he was still shocked about the events that unfolded a few minutes ago. He wore a T-shirt with a dinosaur on it, his pants and shoes were covered in dirt from the sandbox and his hairs were wet of sweat. I reassured him by saying that this would be over soon and that she would see his mommy again. I gave him some of my candy bar I kept in my pocket. It was a little melted, but that didn’t matter to him.
By the time we moved on, I couldn’t see shit. I was walking like a blind man, trying to get a hold of something. Something that could tell me where I was. I ignored the crunching and squishy sounds under my feet and slowly continued to walk on what I assumed was a gravel path. I cursed out loud, but realized that there were young ears listening. I looked at the boy who fell asleep. His face, what I could make out of it (it was very foggy) was peaceful. He reminded me of my own son. My son... he was the best. If it wasn’t for that drunk, I would be here with him. I held back the tears and pressed on. A sudden wave of stench greeted me. It smelled like a mixture of urine, rotten eggs and something I couldn’t place. It was a little sweet... I saw some shadows moving in the fog. At least, I thought it was something, it might as well be my imagination that was now hyperactive. I was getting a little nervous and I walked faster. We went downhill, I nearly slipped, but could remain my balance. I checked the kid. He was still asleep. Rustling and scraping made me look behind me. I saw something coming towards me in a slow and irregular fashion. It made a rasping sound. “Hello, is anyone there?”, I yelled. There was no reply. My eyes were strained on the figure that became clearer and clearer with each step it took. It looked like a human. Its legs were broken and dislocated, and yet, it walked. It’s head rested on its shoulder. Glowing eyes pierced through the white fog and I knew that it was not good. I ran, with the boy on my back, as fast as I could towards... well, nothing. A hand grabbed my ankle, piercing it with sharp nails and yanked me to the ground. I fell in the grass and lost the boy... I lost the boy! My mind was racing. I looked around, but only saw the white of the fog. I quickly looked at the hand that still held my ankle in a tight grip. I tried to kick it off me, but another hand appeared from nothing, grabbing my other leg. It dragged itself towards me using my legs as a support and it was making all kinds of disgusting sounds. I saw the same glowing eyes again, staring at me. I yelled and wrestled against my assailant. Another figure grabbed my head with black, skeletal hands. I looked up and saw a decomposed face looking back. There were no eyes, just wriggling tadpoles. Its nose was ripped open by more tadpoles and it’s mouth was agape. Stinking green drool ran down its chin in threads. Some of it even landed on my shoulder.
I gathered all my strength and managed to wrestle free from the rotting creatures. I didn’t do it to safe my own skin, but that of the boy. I frantically ran around, but I only found other creatures that wanted to grab me with their distorted bodies. That’s when it suddenly hit me. These creatures are the wounded people. The tadpoles somehow reactivated the bodies. I was sweating buckets and everything went in slow-motion. The cries and roars of the monsters were muffled. I avoided every one of them and I never gave up. After what seems like hours of close encounters with the undead, I gave up. I didn’t found the boy. The rotten bastards must have eaten him. I felt the rage build up inside me. My tired body and ached legs were suddenly refueled with a strange energy I’ve never felt before. With tears running down my cheeks, I grabbed a shovel that was discarded in the bushes. The loss of the gardener was my savior. I hit the closest creature with all my strength. An explosion of blood, skull fragments and brains washed over me. There were also some of the tadpoles and I made sure that I squished them under my feet. They could never make any victims again. The fog began to decrease and I saw more of the creatures in the distance. They also saw me and they marched towards me with a hungry gaze in their illuminant eyes. I continued with disposing every creature that came near me. I had to revenge the death of the innocent boy, I had to take revenge for every life that abruptly ended that afternoon... I had to take revenge for my son. After killing fifteen creatures or so, I was completely soaked with blood and unidentifiable pieces of flesh. I panted, but I kept moving. I had to destroy them all. Some of the corpses hid behind trees or beneath tables. Probably waiting to grab me when I least expected it. My last memory of this all was the cracking as slurping sound as I removed shovel out of the smashed skulls. The fog disappeared and I saw bodies scattered everywhere. I looked at a few tadpoles that were splashing around in a puddle of blood. They were dying. Serves them right. The bastards... I planted the shovel in the ground and walked to the public bathrooms to collapse from exhaustion on the floor.
So that’s everything. Let’s read it again... Just what I thought. It really happened. I know it happened. It’s probably a terrorist attack or something. That would explain the explosions, the fog and the tadpoles. A bio-organic attack. I’m sure I read about it somewhere. What was the name of that magazine again? Oh well, it doesn’t matter now. When the authorities arrives, I will tell them about the bombs, the artificial fog and the tadpoles. There was something about the creatures though that struck me as odd. Except that they were walking corpses, I swore that some of the pleaded for their lives or cried to others that they needed to run away right before I destroyed the brain. That might have been a trap or an illusion induced by the lack of my medicine. Yeah, that must be it. When they see the bodies and the tadpoles they must believe. If they don’t, they are lying or involved with this somehow. Maybe the government did this. I’m no expert, but there’s something fishy. I’ll devote my life to find out what exactly happened here. I still need to find the boy. I never found his body, or the living corpse of him... Don’t worry kid, I’ll get you. It’s going to be okay.
I hear sirens outside! Maybe they can help me finding the boy...
Signed,
Bob
