Interviews of the Apocalypse – Chapter 9 (Alexandra and Liam)

The following interview was transcribed from a recorded session.

AA – “Good morning, good morning. I’ve been meaning to talk to you two for a while but I understand you’re very busy at the moment. I’ll try to keep this to the point, forgive a tangent or two! Now then, for the record please state your personal details.”

LD – “Liam Dury, sixty five year old male, origin South England I guess.”

AB – “Alexandra Booth, sixty three year old female, origin South England too.”

AA – “Excellent, thank you. Now I understand you two are responsible for the medical health of those in this town.”

AB – “We’re the closest thing this town has to doctors anymore.”

LD – “Yeah, we just try our best to make people better. We also try to enforce and encourage a strict hygiene programme to minimise the risks of infections and viruses and the like.”

AA – “So, just to clarify, what do you mean when you say you’re the closest thing this town has to doctors?”

AB – “Well…”

LD – “We’re dentists, or, well, we were dentists. Before…the thing, you know?”

AA – “Difficult to forget. I understand the study of dentistry came with a fundamental education in general medicine also.”

AB – “Oh yes, it did.”

LD – “That’s why we stepped up when we found this place. Before we arrived, there were quite a few sick and injured people living here. Basic things, but they could have died if we hadn’t arrived.”

AB – “The two trucks of medical supplies didn’t hurt either.”

AA – “Two trucks?”

AB – “Yes, we managed to find them. Wasn’t that long after we…came back to this new world. We headed to our local hospital, evidently they were just receiving a delivery.”

LD -“Yeah, turns out scavengers and raiders don’t have much need of medical supplies. I think they checked the truck, didn’t find weapons and food and just moved on.”

AB – “Lucky for us really.”

AA – “Lucky for this town. Lucky that you found them too. Which leads me nicely on to my first question, how did you arrive here?”

AB – “Well, like I say we found the trucks and we started driving one each. We found a few groups of survivors on the road, they all seemed to be heading this way.

LD – “I think a few weeks went by and we had ourselves a nice convoy. Our two trucks, a couple of buses, a food truck which was handy. Must have been over one hundred of us by the time we reached this place.”

AA – “That’s quite the journey. How did the townsfolk greet you when you arrived?”

AB – “Well, we went to see Boss like you’re supposed to.”

LD – “We told him what we did and what we brought along with us, including the other survivors.”

AB – “I thought he’d be resistant to the idea of letting so many new people in, we’d have to twist his arm a little with the medical supplies.”

LD – “But no, he let us all in. After we’d all been checked, though what for I’m not sure. We’d already given the convoy a medical all-clear.”

AA – “Well, it’s a strange time. There’s enough for people to be afraid of that they can seem a little paranoid when welcoming strangers in to their community.”

LD – “It was still surprising though, I was expecting the end of the world to have more…hostility.”

AA – “As were we all, but I think we’ve suffered quite enough so far.”

AB – “We haven’t seen a lot of the problems, but we’ve heard plenty of stories in the village. Can’t say I’m sorry we missed it.”

AA – “There’s been a great many problems in this world. To suffer through them all and live…now that would be a miracle.”

LD – “If there was a higher power, I doubt they would let this happen to the world.”

AA – “Actually, in most of the holy books of the past, the holy entity often killed more people and did more damage than the evil entity. But enough of the old world ridiculousness, we’ll move on to our next question. How are you operating in the town currently?”

AB – “We tend to split most of our time between treating the current patients and training the next generation of doctors as best we can.”

LD – “There’s not much call for the very serious stuff, most major diseases seem to have died with the rest of the world. Surgeries are highly unnecessary, unless someone seriously injures themselves. We can teach the basics of medicine, sanitation and hygiene and that’s all we seem to need really.”

AA – “Please go on.”

AB – “We have a large structure near the centre of the town that we use as a hospital base, this village is actually rather well laid out.”

LD – “Surprisingly so, considering how many refugees we seem to get on a weekly basis. Someone really thought ahead.”

AA – “It’s interesting, isn’t it? I’ve done an aerial sketch of the town and it’s quite fascinating.”

LD – “I’d like to see that sometime.”

AB – “Me too.”

AA – “Excellent, if there’s time after the interview I’ll be more than happy. Now then, speaking of the interview, I believe we were talking about your operations in the town.”

LD – “Ah, yes, indeed. So we’ve got a hospital facility, or at least the best we could build. We’ve also got a storage facility attached to that, and our own home besides.”

AA – “It seems as though the one in charge of this town seems to know something about necessities.”

AB – “He’s a lovely guy, and his wife. Have you had the chance to interview them yet?”

AA – “I was talking to them just the other day in fact, I’ll be interviewing them very soon.”

AB – “You’ll probably get to know more than any of us!”

AA – “Let’s hope so! Now then, moving on, we’ve established you were dentists before the Fall, but can you remember other details?”

AB – “Not many, though we’ve tried a lot.”

LD – “Yeah, it’s all a bit fuzzy and we get a massive headache whenever we tried too hard or too long.”

AA – “Any details, no matter how small, would be fine.”

AB – “Well, we established we were students, I was nearing my final exams and Liam here had already begun working in a private practice.”

LD – “The rest of what I can remember seemed fairly normal, we lived together, we spent time with family and friends when we could. Anything other than that and I can’t quite recall it.”

AB – “Yet I remember everything I learned in my studies.”

AA – “Yes, many people seem to share that experience. Personal memories are near-impossible to recall but your subconscious seems to store our education. Odd indeed how the human mind works. But anyway, thank you for that, we shall press on! Now, let’s see, ah yes, try to remember how you found shelter before the Fall.”

AB – “Oh, well, I, that is we…uhm…we…”

LD – “We can’t remember, we’ve tried to think about that too. It seemed like a primal instinct to flee danger and find somewhere safe to be. I can’t even remember where we hid.”

AB – “Me either.”

AA – “That’s fine, that’s fine. Thank you for trying anyway. We’ll move on again, shall we? Here’s an interesting question, how do you get paid for your work?”

AB – “How do you mean?”

AA – “Well, people are paid for their work, doctors and dentists are no exception to this rule. How do you get paid for your work?”

LD – “Well…we don’t really…I guess we don’t need to be.”

AB – “This town gave us a home when ours was destroyed, gave us the responsibility of the health of the people here. It doesn’t work like it used to, there’s no tax, no insurance, it works so much easier than that. We scavenge what we need and use that to treat people so they can continue working on the town.”

LD – “That’s true, we make sure the farmers can farm, the builders can build and patch up scavenging and Hunter teams if they return injured.  It’s a functional society, circular in how it works. We help other so they can help others and so on until it comes back around. In the end, we can all eat well, sleep safely and live in relative comfort because we rely on each other without the overbearing need for material goods.”

AA – “A very healthy way of looking at it too. Help others to help themselves, I like that philosophy.”

AB – “We’ve had the chance to start again, we shouldn’t make the same mistakes as last time.”

AA – “You’re not the first one I’ve heard say that, everyone here seems to share that sentiment.”

LD – “It’s quite a beautiful place, this town.”

AA – “A shining beacon of humanity, no less. But let’s move on to something less nostalgic. Can I ask the two of you a personal question?”

LD – “Sure.”

AB – “Of course.”

AA – “Are the two of you…together? In a romantic sense?”

LD – “We are, have been since before the Fall.”

AA – “I’ve met several other couples, they all seem to have married…themselves. No official ceremony, though I suppose the need for that has passed now. Can I ask, why have the two of you not done such a thing?”

AB – “Well…never thought about it really…”

LD – “It’s…well, it’s just not bene on our minds. We’re together, marriage seems a little bit pointless now really.”

AB – “We’re too busy really.”

AA – “Fair enough, just thought I’d ask. Now then, we’ll circle back a tad, what did the two of you first do when you came…back into this world?”

AB – “I think…yes, we went back to our old flat.”

LD – “Our cars were still there, after a little tinkering we managed to get them working again.”

AB – “We would have stayed longer but something just felt…wrong about the whole place. An itch between the shoulder blades, y’know?”

LD – “We packed up most of our stuff and moved on. Looking for others, never managed to find anyone.”

AB – “Until we went to our medical school. It’s a big facility, there was a chance someone had taken refuge there.”

LD – “But nothing, nobody. That’s when we decided to go to the hospital, of all the places it’s where we felt most comfortable.”

AB – “That’s when we saw the trucks. We checked the hospital, no sign of life for a good long while.”

LD – “So, we took the trucks and went on our way.”

AA – “You mentioned you found other survivors, what made you take the road that they were on?”

AB – “One road seemed as good as any other. Lucky we took that one really, who knows where we’d end up.”

LD – “Yeah, we found the first group of people. They mentioned a town they were headed toward, we just sped up the process.”

AB – “And made sure they were healthy when we all arrived.”

AA – “Very interesting stuff, thank you both very much for your time. I won’t take up any more of it, I’m sure you’re very busy people.”

LD – “Think nothing of it.”

AB – “Actually, we haven’t had you in for your checkup yet.”

AA – “Oh, I assure you I’m fit and well. No need to worry over me.”

END

A few notes here, though less than usual.

This interview marks the first where there was no obvious reason for the couple to head in this particular direction. It seems random chance did have a small part to play, lucky they found the other survivors heading here.

Very lucky indeed when you consider they seem to be the only ones here with correct medical training, though not strictly speaking overall human medicine.Still, they seem like good people and it’s good to know that someone is making sure the town keeps a certain standard of health, and training others to contribute besides. An interesting couple indeed.

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Interviews of the Apocalypse – Chapter 8 (The Corrupt)

Personal notes of Alex Ahmed

Topic – Undesignated survivors of the First Fall

Referred to as – The Corrupt, Raiders, Fallen, Monsters

Time Period – Undocumented, estimated some 10-15 years after the First Fall

 

There was always some speculation that a group like this would survive the First Fall. Every story about the apocalypse has some fall of human survivor turned vicious and savage by their new environment. Often they take to eating human flesh, mutilating their own bodies and congregating in tribes and clans, often at war with one another. Unfortunately, such speculation and fantasy became reality soon after the First Fall. Their first encounters with humanity may be undocumented, therefore I shall treat my research and the notes I have discovered as first contact.

While much can be said for the good aspect of the human spirit, it did not avail a lot of survivors much. Their kindness, as it often does, seems to bear more devastating results than they were expecting.

During my travels I discovered a refugee town, like any other I have found. Some rudimentary fortifications, guards, a wary yet recovering populace of good people. However, few of them were still burning when I arrived. Now make no mistake, I have found ruined camps and villages before. But all of my research at these locations that the damage was accidental and most likely occurred after the local folk had departed. A campfire left unattended, a gust of wind blows a spark to the nearby canvas of a tent and, just like that, the damage is done.

However, this town was, by all accounts, attacked. Not by the natural predators, I doubt they could blow a hole through a palisade like this. Not by the zombies, though that would explain the lack of bodies but not the bullet holes directed inward from the ruin of the wall. The Feral children of this new world are not capable of such graffiti and looting. No, unfortunately, this town was attacked by human hands.

It’s conceivable that 0f the human survivors, some could be dissenters, trouble makers, possibly killers in the right circumstances. However, this is very unlikely. Please see my other notes for further explanation, I dare not commit that reason to more than one set of notes. It seems far more likely that there could be other human survivors around the world, who bore the First Fall without protection, or without sanctioned protection. Personal survival bunkers, doomsday preppers and the like. These people also seemed to have access to a large store of weaponry, a store they seemed to use with relish.

I have also, somewhat unfortunately, discovered that these survivors were driven insane by their new world. I cannot establish a solid reason as to why. Maybe the fact they were correct about the end of the world, maybe they simply reverted back to a more primal form of man, gathering in tribes, supporting the strongest among them, hating who they were told to hate and killing who they were told to kill. Personal contact with these tribes also revealed a lot of self-mutilation, which could be indicative of a complete abandonment of their humanity.

Either way, for whatever reason this happened, they did not react well to the other survivors emerging from their confines. From the trophies I found in one of their tribal settlements, a lot of designated human survivors were destroyed soon after they were found. There are some atrocities I will not discuss here, or anywhere for that matter. What the Corrupt did to these people is beyond horrific, and I refuse to share those memories with most people.

However, human nature began to shine through once again. After first trying to make peaceful contact with these tribes, and failing with catastrophic results, the humans began to behave defensively. Finding ways to arm themselves with anything on hand, scavenging sporting goods stores for bows, crossbows, spears, anything they could use to defend their new homes. After a few skirmishes, and a few lucky finds, a lot of the new human settlements began to arm themselves with guns and body armour.

It seems this went on for some time, remaining on the defensive. By all accounts, the humans simply wanted to survive this situation and carry on with their lives as best they could. But, as has been the case throughout history, the bullied and the oppressed will eventually snap and bite back.

And so began a form of war, the humans against the Corrupt, all the while the Corrupt were fighting in amongst themselves. The main human camps became organised, but never once became aware of each other, more’s the shame. The warriors among them began to seek out and destroy the Corrupt camps with extreme prejudice. No form of these monsters could be allowed to survive and plague mankind again.

A great many lives were lost, on both sides. Good people, forced to defend themselves against a savage and ruthless opponent. Bullets were fired, explosions were let loose, butchery commenced. It is a dark chapter in the development of this new society, but unfortunately not all variables can be accounted for in this situation.

Eventually, the last of the Corrupt tribes fell. After heading to the area of the battle, I found several notes made by the apparent leader of this particular band of human fighters. The notes claim the human forces numbered somewhere around two thousand men and women, most with rifles and armour, some without. There was a greatly detailed plan of attack for the tribe, including methods of sabotage and subterfuge. After three weeks of siege, with minor skirmishes producing losses for each side, the humans launched a full scale attack. Most estimates put the Corrupt numbers at four-five thousand, however, most were unarmed. At the end of the battle, most fought hand-to-hand, their ammunition expended.

Final figures put the human losses at one thousand, four hundred and eighty nine and another two hundred or so injured. The Corrupt were totally destroyed, bringing an end to the blight they cast upon this land.

A crude statue made by the survivors of the battle now stands here, marking the sacrifice made by so many to protect humanity’s chance of a new and hopeful future. Humanity’s history is littered with many examples of such sacrifices, Thermopylae, Numantia, Mecca, Agincourt, Alamo, Stalingrad, Operation Overlord, battles of a vastly outnumbered force against a superior foe to protect the ones they love.

One can only hope that now, with this last battle and this noble sacrifice, humanity may have a chance at a peaceful future at last.

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Interviews of the Apocalypse – Chapter 7 (SSgt Boros)

[I feel as though I should preface this chapter with a warning. Could be highly offensive.]

The following interview was transcribed from a recorded session.

AA – “Good afternoon Sergeant-”

SSgtB – “Staff Sergeant.”

AA – “Ah, my apologies. Staff Sergeant Boros, an interested surname.”

SSgtB – “Indeed.”

AA – “Ah, very well. For the record please state your personal details.”

SSgtB – “Staff Sergeant Boros, seventy three year old male, commander of militia forces.”

AA – “Militia forces?”

SSgtB – “The local soldiers who maintain town security, someone needed to take control and organise them.”

AA – “Don’t you think that’s a bit strong? It’s been a long time since there’s been a need for such a highly organised and regimented military force.”

SSgtB – “I disagree. After fighting new monsters since the First Fall, I know all to well what this town needs.”

AA – “Indeed. But it’s been years since the last-”

SSgtB – “All the more reason to be organised now. There’s definitely something coming.”

AA – “What makes you say-”

SSgtB – “There’s always something else. People keep arriving at this town, that idiot in charge keeps letting all sorts in. Can’t have every race in this town, I much prefer to keep things pure blooded.”

AA – “This does not seem to be a military garrison. I see a community of survivors, working together in-”

SSgtB – “I’ll stop you right there. I hear that shit every day, it doesn’t stop me. We’ve had a second chance to keep things pure from the start and I intend to make that the bottom line moving forward.

AA – “So you would deny entry to-”

SSgtB – “To all those I deem…harmful to this community. These people are mine to protect and I will do so with great tenacity. I did so overseas for this country many times.”

AA – “From the smile on your face, I can see you enjoyed that time.”

SSgtB – “Who wouldn’t? We knew what those people needed better than they did, we were stronger, better equipped, better trained. It was our right to take command.”

AA – “A sentiment you seem to have brought back with you.”

SSgtB – “Mind who you speak to here. I’ve been labelled a great many things in my time, I care for none of it. I only wish to make sure the right people are in charge.”

AA – “Yet you seem to support the local people here in charge of this town.”

(SSgtB snorts with derision)

SSgtB – “Pah, this rabble wouldn’t know hierarchy if it slapped them in the face. Which it soon just may.

AA – “Are you saying-”

SSgtB – “What you infer is your own business, now get on with it. My time is too important for this nonsense anyway.”

AA – “If you say so. Now-”

SSgtB – “Don’t get smart with me boy. I do what I must to preserve the purest of humanity here. You expect me to stand idle while weapons are being dished out all over town?”

AA – “That’s not quite how-”

SSgtB – “And now you drag me away from my daily duties for some poxy interview! I should have turned you away at the bloody gate, just another foreigner coming to our town, stirring trouble.”

AA – “Some would say we are all now foreigners in this new world.”

SSgtB – “Fools all of them. People like you are all the same, trying to twist the world to your own will. Playing with words, trying to be the best in the room. This gun on my hip tells you who’s in charge here, boy. Don’t forget it.”

AA – “Let’s proceed with the interview, you can continue running your own kingdom sooner and we’ll both be happier.”

SSgtB – “Mind your tongue.”

AA – “So, how did you get here?”

SSgtB – “I was born here you fool, what are you-”

AA – “Peace, Staff Sergeant, peace. I simply meant how did you arrive at this town?”

SSgtB – “Ah, well, yes. Same way many people did. With a group of survivors. They’re lucky I found them, they wouldn’t have lasted five minutes in the wild. Though they all seemed to disappear in to the town pretty quick.”

AA – “And when you arrived in the town, did you speak to Boss like the other?”

SSgtB – “Not quite, more like I told him how the situation would change. I would take control of the military aspect of the town and he could continue running the more mundane side of things.”

AA – “I must ask, why do you seem so hostile?”

SSgtB – “How dare you! People need to be put in their place, or they’ll never learn. I gave this town what it needed, they were letting anyone in. I had to…solve that problem.”

AA – “You evicted refugees?”

SSgtB – “Refugees have ever been the downfall of this country, and hardly our problem. I’m keeping things how they were before the Fall.”

AA – “But I thought you said we have a second chance now?”

SSgtB – “I did, a second chance to do things properly. Be safe, get rid of all foreigners and take back England for the English.”

AA – “I believe it was talk like that that led to our current predicament.”

SSgtB – “I think of it as a positive, we can start from scratch now. With the added advantage of knowing where things went wrong.”

AA – “Let’s move on, this is getting us nowhere.”

SSgtB – “Phft, typical. Just when you start to lose the argument-”

AA – “I thought you didn’t have time for such tangents.”

SSgtB – “Very well, have it your way.”

AA – “So, I usually ask what you did before the Fall but that’s fairly obvious here.”

SSgtB – “Quite so.”

AA – “Do you remember anything before the Fall?”

SSgtB – “Just that the country was going to shit, but it was getting back on track. I think a sensible political group had finally taken control, not some weak, lefty group intent of human rights and equality and other such nonsense.”

AA – “Did you have any family?”

SSgtB – “Not that I remember. No time for a wife and children in my line of work. Needless distractions.”

AA – “I thought you’d be in favour of keeping your bloodlines.”

SSgtB – “You can never be sure who’s been tainted. Other people would handle that anyway, I always was in a different league. Militaristic, a protector.”

AA – “Like an ant colony?”

SSgtB – “Eh?”

AA – “Any colonies are divided into two castes. Warriors and workers. You sound like you’re proposing a similar environment for humanity.”

SSgtB – “I don’t see why not, it works for them.”

AA – “Moving on from your solid grasp of human psychology. I feel as though I already know the answer to this next question, but what do you think caused the First Fall?”

SSgtB – “Any number of things. Though you can guarantee foreigners are to blame. Could be the gays, blacks, jews, chinks, anyone could be to blame. There was plenty going on at the time.”

AA – “Exactly the answer I was expecting. Well, thank you Staff Sergeant, I think that’s all I can about manage today.”

SSgtB – “Good, enough of my time has been wasted on this.”

AA – “Ah, before you go Staff Sergeant. I was wondering if you would be free tonight to give me a…tour of the outer fortifications. I noticed a few things on the way in that could use improvement.”

SSgtB – “I highly doubt it, but nonetheless. Meet me at the gate at midnight and we’ll tour. I can prove to you what I have done for this town.”

END

A few notes here, I usually do not include these types of interviews in my transcriptions, but I feel it is important to make a point here.

People like Boros are to blame for the Fall. That much, at least, is obvious to everyone who survived the Fall. People like Boros, with their attitude toward their fellow man and their behaviour toward these people, have no place in this new society. It is my job to ensure they do not pose a threat to the emergence of a new and hopeful world.

Racism, intolerance, hatred, bigotry, injustice, inequality. These words do not belong in this new world. People who embody these words should not have survived the Fall. I will say no more on the matter, it is my profound hope that you agree with me. Hopefully I have done my job well, and the world now exists without these scum to clog the works.

Boros did indeed give me a tour around his fortifications that night, they were impressive but hardly necessary. The resources could have been put to much better use but, alas, his job is now done. After a long conversation with him in private, I have ensured that Boros no longer poses a threat to this fresh community, nor it’s rather impressionable young.

I do what is necessary for the survival of humanity, and the victory of a new human society.

Interviews of the Apocalypse – Chapter 6 (Hunters)

Personal notes of Alex Ahmed

Topic – Human hunters of wild predators

Referred to as – The Wild

Time Period – Ongoing

A long-standing, and usually noble, profession brought back to life through urgency.

I do not refer to the hunters of old, simply foraging for food, providing for their families, their household, their liege lord. Nor do I count the hunters of our recent lost civilisation, hunting for sport, a most deplorable act, or hunting to provide a feast. Now, I refer to the new-era hunters, born of necessity, hard men and women, hunting to survive, and to ensure the survival of their fellow humans.

During the previous time of humanity, it is often noted that animals were not treated at their best. I’m not talking about domesticated animals, once proud beast bred and engineered to be the perfect housepet. No, I’m talking about real, wild animals.

Rich men, mounted on horseback, in a party of twenty or more, accompanied by bloodhounds, hunting one, simple, small, defenceless fox through the woods. Useless, ignoble men who wanted to prove they were worth something by murdering an animal small enough to fit in their overpriced jackets. It was banned for a while, but of course, they ensured it was made legal again.

Greedy men, destroying the wildlands to make more room for unnecessary housing and shopping complexes. If you know anything of the old world, I may sound a little cliche now, but that does not mean I do not speak the truth. Entire populations of animals were decimated, their homes destroyed and their hides hewn as trophies, all in the name of greed.

But, I digress. Needless to say, a lot of animal breeds suffered at the hands of humans. However, in the decades following the First Fall, these breeds were allowed to re-populate unmolested by man. Their homes grew once again, overcoming the foundations laid by human hands and reclaiming lost lands. Forests grew again, jungles began to spread, the Earth began, a little, to cool again. Breeds of wild animal, thought extinct or on the verge of extinction began to re-emerge.

But then, unfortunately, they also began to evolve as nature, once again, began her natural course. There has always been a circle of life, predators will hunt prey, prey will evolve to survive, predators will evolve to overcome those evolutions and so on, the circle continues. Left to their own devices now, these creatures evolved exponentially.

Some of you may disagree with me and, alas, I can offer no explanation of this phenomenon. It can be concluded that, perhaps, these animals, at least the common prey, feared the coming of man once again. This could have led to their mutations coming quicker and more frequent. We can also deduce that, because of this, the predators began to evolve more aggressively as well. I do not know, unfortunately I can only speculate.

And so, it came that the common wolf grew larger in size; with sharper teeth and even sharper claws, bigger muscles, more responsive senses. Birds of prey, mighty hawks and eagles flocked to this new, prey-rich land. They too evolved, becoming larger to accommodate longer wingspans, mightier talons, stronger limbs to carry away their prizes. It was the same for many animal breeds.

Even prey, though still naturally prone to flight as opposed to fight, became deadlier. Larger horns, tougher hooves, stronger kicks. The more curious of these breeds managed to find themselves in derelict human towns and cities as mother nature began to assert control once again. Fresh grass, new flowers, bountiful trees began to dot the landscape, climbing on, over and through tall buildings and lamp posts. There were not natural predators here, not any longer. A perfect place for a new, wild family to thrive.

Then, of course, they would draw the predators as the prey often did. Many towns and cities simply became a new part of the wild, occupied by predator, prey and nature alike. However, when the humans re-emerged, eager on reclaiming what they had lost, these two new worlds clashed.

You can imagine how it went at first, how many unwary humans were killed by larger predators looking for a meal. Many of these wild animals had quite forgotten humanity, and why to be afraid of them. When the first of the new human communities began to form, they finally realised they would need a more comprehensive plan before venturing in to the town once again. They began to fall back into old habits, making plans, forming teams, finding professions, becoming organised. Most of these Hunter teams managed to gear up, but in sensible ways.

The majority of these new age Hunters found themselves preferring the bow over the rifle. It was silent, deadly accurate and lighter to carry. They would move ahead of the main group of scavengers, clearing areas and marking them before the other teams would arrive in order to ensure their work was unimpeded. They also began placing traps, humane things of their own design, made to instantly kill an animal as opposed to simply trapping and maiming.

It is important to understand that these humans were born of necessity, not malice or hatred. In this new world, there can be no room for prejudice, hatred or injustice. These people had a job to do, simply to protect their fellow humans. They cleared out the areas necessary, occasionally hunting a wild animal for food, and moved on. No revenge, no individual hunters, no hatred, no intolerance. These people hunted in professional, and highly deadly, teams. Never taking risks, never endangering the rest of the group.

Unfortunately, as a result, they often became a little distant and separated from the rest of the group. Once again, the true light of humanity began to shine through however, and they were never excluded from the main community.

In light of all this, the end of all things, the First Fall, whatever you choose to call it. It still fascinates me that humanity has finally discovered in itself, their true natures. Not malevolent, or evil in any way. Survivalists, but kind-hearted survivalists, never placing any individual’s worth above their own. That is the true nature of humanity.

Who would have though the end of the world would be so…beautiful.

Interviews of the Apocalypse – Chapter 5 (Simon)

The following interview was transcribed from a recorded session.

AA – “Good morning my friend, for the reco-”

SD – “Sorry, is this going to take long? I have a lot of stuff to be getting on with.”

AA – “Not too long, half an hour or so. Is that acceptable?”

SD – “Yeah, I guess, sure, that’s fine.”

AA – “Good, good. Yes well, as I was saying, for the record could you confirm your personal details?”

SD – “Simon Delany, fifty-nine year old male, originally from London, England.”

AA – “Ah, an interesting place to start. You are the first person I’ve interviewed so far who seems to remember exactly where they came from.”

SD – “Everyone knows where they came from I think. Sometimes people prefer not to remember hearth and home when they cannot go back.”

AA – “A fascinating theory, worth merit I should think. So Simon, tell me, how do you get here?”

SD – “Well, I suppose the same way everyone else did really. Heard rumour of a place Northward, safe place, for the last humans.”

AA – “A familiar tale. Can I ask where you heard these rumours?”

SD – “Hmm, a good question actually. I’m not sure, I think I just woke up one morning and decided to head north. It led me here. I’m not thinking beyond that point just yet.”

AA – “You seem to be rather relaxed, at this juncture most people seem to be on the verge of panic.”

SD – “The things I’ve seen and done, the places I’e been, I’ve learned to accept the world now as it is. A global shithole. But, we do what we do to survive, I just help with that when I can.”

AA – “That leads me nicely to our next point. Tell me, what is it you do in the town?”

SD – “Well, I’ve been referred to an electro-mechano engineer. It’s a long title but when you break it down to the component parts it basically covers what I do.”

AA – “Please go on.”

SD – “Fair enough. Well I’m an engineer, but I deal specifically with electronics and mechanics. I believe you’ve already talked to my associates Stuart and Jonathon?”

AA – “Ah, yes I believe I have. Nice pair of gentlemen, they seem competent enough.”

SD – “That’s putting it mildly. They’re excellent at what they do. Truth be told, there’s not much of a team here that do that sort of thing. I’d much rather have them helping me with my project, but it’s important they help with keeping the basics of the town running. So I’m told anyway.”

AA – “And, if you don’t mind me asking, what type of projects are you referring to?”

SD – “Well, my latest project is one I’ve been theorising for a while now. Bringing a large, stable power source back into the fold. And with it, hopefully, some useful technology.”

AA – “It sounds intriguing, tell me more if you would.”

SD – “Well, solar power basically.”

AA – “Hmm, very interesting indeed. Do you have the right resources to use it?”

SD – “Are you kidding me? Damn-near every house has a handful of solar panels on it these days…that is…the days before…the thing.”

AA – “I understand, please continue if you can.”

SD – “I’m fine, just try to take my subconscious memory by surprise sometimes and hope it will tell me what I need to know.”

AA – “A sound psychological method, I’m told.”

SD – “One dear…I swear it will work. Anyway, where was I?”

AA – “Solar panels.”

SD – “Ah, yes, so! I’m basically reclaiming as many as I can find and transforming them in to industrial standard solar power generators. I’ve been granted control of a massive section outside the town walls to build it.  When it’s finished, it will collect, store, and transfer power autonomously.”

AA – “A fairly ambitious undertaking for one man alone.”

SD – “Well, there’s no shortage of strong arms and backs around here. It’s a simple enough job to convert the panels themselves, but I still need an accumulator and a powerful enough processor to run the whole damn thing.”

AA – “A worth challenge indeed.”

SD – “It’s something to do. Eventually our luck with finding petrol that’s still useful will run out, then the generators go, then the electricity with it. I’ve no doubt we’d soldier on with campfires and pots of stew but I’d personally like to avoid that scenario. The rest of the town too I’d wager.”

AA – “I’ve some ideas that might be useful to you, we can talk while you work after the interview.”

SD – “Much obliged.”

AA – “For now, we shall move on. Has your profound understanding of the human psyche led you to recall much of your life before…well before all this. I must find a better way to say that.”

SD – “Just a tip, most people ’round here just call it The Fall.”

AA – “Ah, thank you very much. That will actually be a massive help. Now then, do you remember much of your life before The Fall?”

SD – “Not really, though not for lack of trying. It’s like there’s a…wall…in my mind. Or that part of my memory is dead and buried. Most of it anyway, though I find it odd I still know so much about electronics and so on.”

AA – “Another interesting hypothesis, you seem to think in a bigger frame than your neighbours.”

SD – “They’re just trying to get by in their new lives on their old world. Always have been a big thinker. Having said that, how do I know that?”

AA – “If I can guide you back to the question before we lose ourselves on a tangent once again.”

SD – “Of course. Yes, so…ah…what was the-”

AA – “Your life before The Fall.”

SD – “Ah, yes. Can’t remember…anything really. There is a picture of a woman in my mind, astoundingly handsome woman she is. And a child, a boy. Strong young lad, think he was my son and my wife. Can’t remember what happened to them. That’s about it really.”

AA – “My deepest sympathies.”

SD – “Not much room for that these days.”

AA – “Nonetheless, please accept them. Though it’s worth noting that such a vivid image such as that must have meant they were your world.”

SD – “It’s nice to think so.”

AA – “We’ll move on, eh? Now then, how were you treated when you first arrived?”

SD – “A little oddly really. I suppose everyone is for the first few weeks. Greeted by armed guards at the gates. I was in a pretty big truck, sixteen wheels on the bloody thing. It was a mobile factory for me. The back was full of computers and the like, things I could, and have, found useful in my projects.”

AA – “Again, a familiar story. You’re a thinking man, what do you think happened with regards to The Fall?”

SD – “Well, I don’t tend to ponder it much. As far as I can recall, though it’s a little fuzzy, the governments were going at each other, everyone seemed to have reason to hate each other, though for no apparent reason. New world leaders didn’t know how to correctly handle situations, things escalated. If you ask me, the world was due a restart.”

AA – “And now you have it?”

SD – “Well, we do the best we can. When I think about the end of the world, I imagine fires, brimstone, bombs, wars, destruction everywhere. This is…quite a peaceful apocalypse really. It’s like we have all the advantages of a fresh start without the chaos. Plus the added advantage of the technological achievements we had before this happened, and the knowledge to use it. Seems kinda…right really.”

AA – “You are a man of much depth Simon.”

SD – “I just call it how I see it.”

AA – “Honesty is the finest quality. But we’ll move on for now. We talked earlier how you arrived here, but not what you did in the mean time.”

SD – “Hmm, now that’s not something I enjoy talking about much. I used to be a Hunter.”

AA – “Oh, I see. Not a duty taken lightly.”

SD – “No, not at all. As I say, the things I’ve seen and done aren’t for the faint hearted and I don’t like it all that much myself truth be told.”

AA – “If I cold ask, just for the record, what is the job of a Hunter exactly?”

SD – “Well, I suppose I could give you a general overview without going in to specifics regarding my own life.

AA – “Please.”

SD – “The truth is in the title really. Hunters…hunt. More specifically, they hunt the creatures found in the wild and in the ruins of the old world. Animal predators never posed a specific threat to humans as such, however these predators are something new. Somehow, they’re all bigger, more aggressive, much tougher than their predecessors. It was a Hunters job to make sure they didn’t breed out of hand and pose a threat to settlements. For the most part, they were mercenaries.”

AA – “That will do, many thanks for the explanation.”

(The interviewee shrugs)

AA – “You also mentioned something earlier regarding the measurement of time now. Would you elaborate?”

SD – “Again, not much to tell really. The truck I brought along had a few boxes filled with clocks. Working things, running on batteries that never seem to die. They have the exact date, day and time on them. It’s shame they were never brought past their factory settings. They all say different things. Still, I programmed them as best I could for the time, it’s not difficult when you know a few tricks. When I arrived at the town, me and Boss agreed that the date that day was January 1st 01. First day in the first month of a new millennium. There’s one in each house now, just another part of life we’ve managed to rebuild.”

AA – “A highly resourceful man too, you’re full of surprises-

(There are several loud knocks on my door and a young man bursts in. I later discover his name is Paul Latiner, PL)

SD – “Paul! What have a told you about knocking?!”

AA – “There’s no harm done really.”

SD – “Manners are what make us human. This young lad is Paul Latiner, one of my apprentices.”

PL – “Sorry to interrupt, but there’s a problem with your solar accumulator, sir.”

SD – “Damn it, how long have I been here?”

AA – “Apologies, I had not noticed the time had passed.”

SD – “Don’t worry, I can probably fix it. Run along boy, I’ll be there soon.”

(PL leaves in a rush)

AA – “Well, thank you for the conversation, it was deeply insightful.”

SD – “Not a bother.”

AA – “May I call on you again if I have more questions?”

SD –  “Sure, sure. Come see me later about those ideas you had too, eh?”

AA – “My pleasure Simon.”

END

A few notes here, primarily how different Simon Dylan is in these interviews when compared to the others I have spoken to. The man is chatty, witty, comprehensive. I swear he even grinned a couple of times, not even the recollection of what could have been his dead wife and child put him off.

He seems to view the world in a very black and white stance. A thing is either one or the other, he makes no qualms about going deeper than that. He takes the world now as it is, a simple, dead place. People need to survive, he has the ability to turn survival back in to living, therefore it is his duty to do so. It’s quite that simple to him.

He may be the last of a wonderful breed of people, but unfortunately, we cannot pick and choose who dies based on personality.

I can’t, anyway.

Interviews of the Apocalypse – Chapter 4 (The Feral)

Personal notes of Alex Ahmed

Topic – Human children found in ‘the wild’

Referred to as – The Feral

Time Period – Ongoing

An interesting topic if there ever was one. Mystery, intrigue, the depth of human nature. The Feral seem to embody it all.

While there is not much to discuss about the outward mystery these lost children represent, it’s what is not noticed that makes them so fascinating to me.

They are, at their source, human children. It’s quite that simple, actually. Human children, usually ranging in age estimates of seven to ten years of age, mixed gender, no mutilations, mutations or permutations of a regular human form. Undamaged, save for any trouble they may have gotten themselves into, falling on broken glass, falling a damaging limbs and so on. What were once considered regular childhood dangers.

They are found by scavenging teams from local villages or refugee camps. It’s been documented that The Feral come willingly with the group of adults, though the reason why has not yet been discovered. Perhaps it is the sight of a familiar form, the need for security or something more primal and heartbreaking. Whatever the reason, I personally give thanks that they do so. To live alone in the civilised wilderness would break the mind of a strong man or woman, who knows what it would do to a simple child?

I use simple as a qualitative term here, not a derogatory one. The Feral are simple in the most fundamental way, they do not speak, read, or write. They have had no fundamental education of which to speak, there has not been a case of an educated Feral found. They are usually found in good health as I say, they seem well nourished and their muscles have found good use. These are not children who have been idle, imprisoned or abused, they are simply children who are lost.

Less known about them is their origin. No one to date has been able to ascertain where The Feral originate. As I say, they are perfectly human in every way, they become educated in the new towns and adapt well to their new society. But, and I’m beginning to sense a pattern here, they have no recollection of their previous lives. By all accounts, their memory seems to begin when they are found by other humans.

There have been a handful of incredibly rare circumstances where several Feral have found each other in the wild and been able to use their base, primal instincts to seek out other humans. But still, this has not led to a better memory recall concerning their origination. After extensive medical analysis by human doctors, it has been established that these children are made in the traditional way. They are created by a man and a woman, and born to a woman in the same way human children are.

Several salvage teams have created large-scale search & rescue operations within the vicinity of a Feral. They have always yielded zero results. There are no traces of where these Feral come from or why they are outcast from their homes.

Another thing I find fascinating about these so-called Feral, is how they are immediately treated by the humans that find them. I myself have been part of several salvage teams to stumble across a Feral in the wild, and I have even visited a few settlements where they have search & rescue teams dedicated to finding Feral and bringing them back in to the fold. I have also had the misfortune to visit one settlement and find how they treat The Feral there. I have separate notes on that encounter, but rest assured they no longer pose a threat to the lost children.

The Feral are immediately accepted by the entire community. They are always adopted by the kind and loving people who may have a little extra space in their homes. They are always provided for by the people and assimilated into that society’s own childhood groups. They begin learning with the other children in whatever education establishment the town has to offer. They often start with the younger children, learning the basics of reading, writing and speaking. Again, for all intents and purposes, they behave like children born the the community.

Possibly even more astounding is how they are treat by the other children in the towns. They are accepted immediately, brought into the fold and established as a member of the social norm. It is easy to assume there may have been cases of bullying or neglect from the other children and adults the first few times a Feral was re-integrated into humanity, but those prejudices have since been utterly destroyed. It’s amazing that human nature, even now after everything they have been through, shines through at its best. In the darkest hour of mankind, human nature is the guiding light by which all find their way.

Many of the reclaimed Feral have been questioned extensively a few years after their integration. Unfortunately, their new education does not aid memory recall and not a single one of them has been able to remember where they came from or how their lives were before they were found.

I do have several theories on this topic, but again, they can be found in a separate note section. I try to keep from rambling but sometimes it cannot be helped.

My biggest concern regarding The Feral is their respective parents. It stands to reason that there may be hundreds, if not thousands, of human survivors living out there in the ruins of the old world. Who cares for them? How do they survive? Why do they cast out their own? It could be for a specific reason, maybe they keep most to continue breeding and outcast certain children due to a defect that we have not been able to find.

Where are they living? Surely the number of human adults that can produce this many children at a fairly stable rate would need to eat and drink a not-insubstantial amount of food and water and produce quite a large amount of waste that we have, as of yet, been unable to find any trace of. It’s a bizarre situation, but we can take some solace in the fact they these children are cared for and, by all accounts, happy and well-adjusted members of human society.

Interviews of the Apocalypse – Chapter 3 (Charlotte & Jed)

The following interview was transcribed from a recorded session.

AA – “Good morning, good morning. For the record, would you both state your personal details please?”

CH – “Charlotte Harrison, sixty five year old female, origin South England I suppose.”

AA – “Excellent, and yourself sir?”

JH – “Jed Harrison, sixty six year old male, South England too.”

AA – “Oh, so you two are married?”

JH – “Kinda.”

CH – “Yeah…it’s not, like, super official or anything. Who’s left to actually marry people now?”

JH – “We just made the decision to be man and wife. We managed to find a couple rings and boom – married.”

AA – “I see, I see. So was there a ceremony?”

JH – “Difficult when everyone you know is dead and-”

CH – “Jed! We’ve been married forty years now, get over it!”

AA – “Ahem, yes, quite. I see your point. Congratulations, although I’m some years late. Now then, would you be so kind as to tell me what you two do in the town?”

CH – “Sure, I’m one of the only teachers here-

JH – “She’s the boss of teachers.”

CH – “Jed! Shush. I’m not really the boss, but it’s what I did before..well…before-

JH – “Before it all went to shit?”

CH – “Yeah…anyway it’s what I knew and the others differ to me sometimes.”

AA – “I see. So how many teachers are there currently?”

CH – “Including myself, three.”

AA – “That doesn’t appear to be that many.”

JH – “Well, when you take the number of kids into account…”

CH – “Yeah, it becomes a fairly standard ratio”

AA – “An interesting topic, but we’ll pursue that in a moment. Mr Harrison, what is it that you do?”

CH – “Town clown.”

JH – “God damn it Charlotte…”

CH – “It’s true!”

JH – “Boss appointed me town Morale Officer…I basically cheer people up.”

CH – “He’s very good at what he does.”

JH – “It’s hardly difficult to talk to people dear.”

CH – “It’s more than that and you know it.”

AA – “She’s right you know, some would say you keep this whole town running.”

JH – “Let’s not be dramatic now.”

AA – “Well, think on it a while. You’re the one that keeps spirits up when people are at their lowest. If you can make people even smile in this climate, you should be very proud of yourself.”

(JH looks away somewhat embarrassed)

AA – “Anyway, circling back for a brief moment. Charlotte, you mentioned the teacher to child ratio. Please elaborate.”

CH – “Sure, well as I say there’s four of us currently teaching a group of forty five children.”

AA – “That’s a rather high number for this day and age.”

CH – “Well, this town holds, oh I dunno, Jed, how many people would you say?”

JH – “Uhm…around three thousand all told.”

CH – “So it’s not too many.”

AA – “I was referring to a…more delicate issue with regards to new children.”

CH – “Oh, you mean the…reproductive difficulties. It’s true, a new birth nowadays is a rare and very beautiful thing but the other children, we, just kinda…”

JH – “Find.”

CH – “Thank you darling, yes, find.”

AA – “Hmmm, intriguing. And what do you mean by that exactly?”

CH – “Well, the scavenge teams. Sometimes they just find children. No one knows how it’s possible, but there they are. Wandering the streets, or hiding wherever they can. They have no memory, barely speak English. The Feral, we call them. It’s our job to…bring them back to humanity.”

AA – “Ah, The Feral. I’ve heard the name around town once or twice. Have you had much success?”

CH – “Yeah, they come around fairly quickly. They take to education rapidly and meld with the rest of this new society.”

AA – “That’s excellent progress Mrs Harrison, you and your team should be very proud of yourselves.”

(CH looks away, red colouring her cheeks)

CH – “Well…yes, I mean, ahem, it’s not my team…”

AA – “Now, back to you Mr Harrison-

JH – “You can call me Jed, you know.”

AA – “Ah, thank you kindly. Now, Jed, can you tell me what you did before…well in your previous life.”

JH – “Oh…well now let me think…”

CH – “Weren’t you…wait…”

JH – “I was in a band! That was it!”

AA – “Ah, a fellow musician! How wonderful! Do go on.”

JH – “Hmm, now let’s think here…drummer! That was it, I was the drummer.”

AA – “Do you still play?”

JH – “When I can with what I can, hard to get the hands to stop moving in a beat. Muscle memory is a bitch.”

AA – “Indeed, and Mrs Harrison, you’ve already said you were a teacher.”

CH – “That’s right.”

AA – “Wonderful, good. Now, a rather different question. When did you first feel the danger?”

(Both interviewees stiffen slightly, holding each other’s hands tightly)

AA – “Deep breaths my friends, it’s all been and gone by now. Take your time, try not to push your memory too hard now.”

JH – “Well…I remember I was recording at the time with the band. We got halfway through recording a song, I remember feeling incredibly tense. Just an overwhelming need to be with Charlotte.”

CH – “I remember that too, I just got finished teaching a class. I got out and went home. We were living together at the time, not even engaged yet.”

JH – “I was planning to-”

CH – “I know sweetheart, I know.”

AA – “So, what did you two do next?”

JH – “I left the studio, went home hoping she was there, and she was.”

CH – “I remember us talking…we both felt the same way. We packed up and left, went to a shelter…”

AA – “Which shelter? How did you get there? How did you know about it?”

CH – “I…I don’t…”

JH – “It was just one of those places people knew about I think. We hid for…I don’t know how long. When we came out-”

CH – “Everyone was just…gone. No trails, notes, bodies, nothing!”

AA – “Deep breaths, but continue if you can.”

(JH puts his arms around CH)

JH – “We…well we wandered. Trying to find something, anything, anyone who was left! We met with another batch of people wondering the same thing.”

CH – “We scavenged food, water, bedding. Tried to settle down. But we felt the need to…keep moving. An itch between our shoulders. Like something was watching us…waiting to get us.”

JH – “Then came the first of the…zombies.”

CH – “Jed, please don’t.”

JH – “After that, the Lost, after that it was-”

CH – “Jed!”

(Both interviewees are incredibly shaken)

AA – “Okay, here have some water and calm yourselves for a moment.”

(I allow them time to calm)

AA – “Sorry, I did not mean to push so…aggressively. Information like this is hard to come by these days.”

CH – “It’s okay.”

JH – “There’s things we can’t remember that we’d like to, and things we can’t forget that we would rather. I don’t know what happened, I just know what’s happening now.”

CH – “You do what you have to to survive, in the end.”

(They hold each other tightly)

AA – “Thank you for talking with me. We’ll change topic slightly. How did you come by this place?”

JH – “We managed to find it, after surviving all the new bullshit. Followed rumours, head North, big camp, lots of people, a new haven.”

CH – “We didn’t really have another choice.”

AA – “A familiar tale. Tell me, how did you come by these rumours?”

CH – “We…well…what?”

AA – “The rumours, of the haven, how did you come by them?”

CH – “It…”

JH – “Other…survivors. It would have to be, right?”

(Both interviewees look incredibly shaken again)

AA – “We’ll move on. Did you have any family before the…event?”

CH – “I…yes. A big family, parents, brothers. Haven’t seen any of them. I think we tried to convince them to come with us but they laughed us off.”

JH – “I remember that…I tried to talk my sister into coming but she wouldn’t listen.”

AA – “Family, the best and the worst of us. So, how did you eventually find this place and what did you do on arrival?”

JH – “We actually found our old cars. Still running, no reason they wouldn’t be, just a bit of oil and bang! Functioning cars.”

CH – “We had one each, decided to load them up and take them both. Petrol was easy to come by. We made straight for this place, found it eventually.”

JH – “We were greeted a little warily, but we can’t blame them for that. They took us in, straight to Boss. We were assigned jobs and that was it.”

CH – “They didn’t have any trained teachers here so that was my job, train others and begin educating the children.”

AA – “Funny how strong some old habits are, I bet they were eager to learn and you eager to teach.”

CH – “It’s like a piece of the past we kept with us, the children need to learn and I could teach. Simple.”

JH – “We chatted for a while before he invented my new job. Can’t say I don’t enjoy it. Although I do miss the video games. But, we got a plot of land in the town and this is our life now. It’s not the worst of places to be in this age.”

AA – “We carry civilisation on with us, on our shoulders rests the responsibility of the future of mankind. Not a burden taken lightly, I think.

(They both shrug, continuing to hold each other)

AA – “Well, that will be all for now. I appreciate your time. Would I be able to call on you again?”

JH – “Sure.”

CH – “Thanks for talking to us.”

AA – “My pleasure, my absolute pleasure. Please don’t dwell on the questions overlong, it wasn’t a test! have a nice day.”

END

A few notes here, these interviewees were notably less nervous than the previous pair that I found. However, on mention of the world-ending event they immediately became wary and forgetful. I have seen this in many other interviews and it bears much further investigation.

Once again, for now at least, I will not remind them of the world-ending cataclysm that led us all here. I will however, if it becomes pertinent to my investigations.

Again, a brief mention of ‘zombies’ here. They have the ability to recall all events, no matter how harrowing, that occurred after (or possibly as a result of) the world-ending event, but not the event itself. There was also a mention of ‘The Feral’ and ‘The Lost’, subjects of great interest to me. Again, my notes on each subject can be found in my personal journals.

Interviews of the Apocalypse – Chapter 2 (Subject 221A)

Personal notes of Alex Ahmed

Topic – Global engineered-viral-outbreak

Referred to as – Z-Day, Zombie Apocalypse, Zombies, Second Fall of Man

Time Period – Undocumented, approximately 5 years after the world-ending event

Little is known about how the viral outbreak started, but there are common theories among the remaining scholars of the world, as well as folklore and public conjecture.

The first reported sighting of a ‘zombie’ (as they were known) came some five years after the world-ending event. Historical records of this period are scarce, humanity was focused more on reclaiming what they had lost and there were only a handful of people who found the time to make scattered recordings of the situation.

What was noted states that there was a group of survivors (exact number unknown, estimated around one thousand or more) that had begun to repopulate and reconnect a town to the outside world, searching for other survivors, organising farming and salvage operations and so on. On one of these searches, a group stumbled upon a hospital with only one patient within its wings. The patient was noted as being attached to various electronic medical devices which were, somehow, still functioning, but no medical charts or history were found near the patient. Only a chart on the wall, with the title ‘Subject 221A’, lacking any reference to the patient’s family history, age, even gender.

But, the patient was still alive. The search party brought their find back to the town to oversee treatment by their own medical personnel.

At this point I like to think that these particular clan of survivors were among the more friendly and conscientious groups that survived the First Fall. Good people, simply trying to recover their lives as much as possible, find other survivors, no matter what their condition, and bring them back into the folds of humanity. Though, as always, fate, such as she is, is a cruel mistress to the kind and generous.

The next batch of records I managed to find and collate seem to come some months after Subject 221A was found and brought back to the town, though this is pure conjecture as there are no dates kept with the records. No one seemed to survive out of the original group of over one thousand humans. Well, not survive in the common sense.

From what I can tell, the virus took hold of the brain, manipulating certain parts of the hypothalamus, hippocampus and amygdala, ignoring the body’s need to rest, and over-stimulating the need for hunger and uncontrollable rage. Though, again, this is conjecture as there were no specimens left to analyse.

On my journeys I found many sacked settlements, devoid of anyone, human and zombie alike. From the records that survived the fires, storms and natural movement of the planet, the attacks always came swiftly and suddenly, overwhelming refugee groups and spreading the virus to any left alive. There were always words scrawled around the settlements, presumably from survivors or prophets of the attacks. It was a place, a place abundant with resources, living space and makeshift weaponry to house many thousands of survivors. A place I quickly made my way to.

Metrocentre.

It was a massive shopping complex in Gateshead, providing every shopping service from beauty and sport to fashion and gadgets. It seemed to be in some disrepair even before the survivors discovered it. There were large signs everywhere that just said ‘intu’, I assume they were once part of a larger sign. When I arrived I found nothing but traces of the group that had once inhabited it. Pouring through the administrative records I found there (that someone had the good sense to establish) I found that more than three thousand people had fled there in the hopes of a last sanctuary. There was a defensive perimeter surrounding the main entrances, and all of the secondary entrances and exits were blockaded. Well, most of them. Unfortunately, that many people situated in one place seemed to attract every infected specimen in the country.

The official records stopped, with the final entry concerning the large amount of attacks that had begun to arrive. After piecing together what I could from diary entries and manic writing on the wall I managed to deduce that there was one final pitched battle, wherein everyone died. There are no further details as to how. The battle, such as it was, raged for days on end. The human survivors lost ground day by day, the infected were tireless in their hunger and rage and did not stop, the humans needed to rest, resupply and continue moving. Each side paid a heavy toll for every step. Needless to say, in the end, the humans were overrun and destroyed.

After that, there are no records I have found that state what happened next. By my best estimate, it was another twenty years before the next batch of records were found, pointing to human survivors. In the meantime, there was no further mention of zombies or infected survivors. It seemed humanity took the chance once again to hide from the terrors of life, and the infected simply…died. Starvation, muscle degradation, fatigue, thirst, any number of natural causes would have simply wiped out the infected and the infection. Without a host to use, the virus died out completely. Since that last battle at Metrocentre there has not been another zombie sighting.

A lot of things would have prepared humanity for these kinds of disasters. Before the Fall, there were games, films, theatre performances, music videos and a score of other multi-media warnings and possibilities should something like a zombie apocalypse ever actually occur.

However, through a lot of investigating, digging through archives, retracing steps and following footprints in the dust I have discovered the exact cause of the viral disaster. The secret will die with myself, I dare not dedicate the words to permanent record lest they fall into the wrong hands and lead the wrong people back to the worst of places. Rest assured, however, I have made it impossible for the location to be of any use every again and I have destroyed every trace of the virus in stasis I could find. There may be other facilities out there, but it seems they remain safely hidden for now.

Humanity struggles on once again. For my own personal reference, since using dates and times is no longer feasible, I have begun referring to the first world-ending disaster the First Fall. This viral plague will now be referred to as the Second Fall and so on. There are many Falls to discuss and I shall endeavour to research and investigate each one thoroughly.

Interviews of the Apocalypse – Chapter 1 (Jonathon & Stuart)

The following interview was transcribed from a recorded session.

AA – “Good morning gentlemen, for the record please state your personal details.”

(They both stumble over each other somewhat)

AA – “Relax guys, it’s not an audit. How about you first.”

JN – “Okay, uhm. Jonathon Nicholson, sixty three year old male, origin North East, I’m a specialist handyman.”

SC – “Hi, I guess. Stuart Cove, sixty two year old male, origin North East, I am also a specialist handyman.”

AA – “Great, great, thank you. Also, please confirm you know this interview is being recorded and will be transcribed at a later date.”

JN – “Yeah.”

SC – “Uhm, yeah, confirm.”

AA – “Great, great. So we’ll go through the standard set of questions, and we can deal with elaborations and side-tracks when necessary, okay?”

(Both nod their assent)

AA – “Great. So, we’ll start with you Mr Nicholson. Could you tell me more about your job role?”

JN – “Sure, so I’m a specialist handyman but I deal better with mechanics rather than anything else. I kinda just keep the town’s generators running and mock up vehicles if we manage to find any.”

AA – “So you and Stuart work in tandem to keep the town running?”

JN – “You could say that, Stuart specialises in, well he can probably take you through that better than I could.”

SC – “I guess, yeah. So I’m a specialist handyman too, but more to deal with electronics. I use the generators that Jonny fixes up to supply the town with a good source of stable electricity. Lights, appliances, et cetera. I also help with the electronic side of engine and appliance repair.”

AA – “Good to know there’s a couple of people keeping the village running.”

JN – “Well, it’s not just us. We’re part of a crew of about thirty or so people making sure everything runs well, taking shifts, repairing new finds and so on.”

AA – “So, there’s an organisational infrastructure in the town?”

SC – “Well, I guess so. There would have to be really.”

AA – “Curious, and why would that be?”

(The two interviewees look at each other, probably wondering how stupid I am)

SC – “It’s just…I dunno really, just how it is. Someone has to organise everything and keep the town running.”

AA – “I see, and who would that be?”

SC – “We just call him ‘Boss’, not actually sure what his real name is. When you arrive, he’s the one you go to to be assigned to something.”

AA – “A fairly common affectation, so each new refugee needs to be assigned to a role?”

JN – “Well, yeah. Everyone has to put something in otherwise, I dunno, the town wouldn’t function as well I guess.”

AA – “Interesting, it’s funny how some parts of our old lives are so deeply ingrained in us, hierarchical management structure, give and take, trade and so on. So what did the two of you do before…well before you arrived here.”

(JN hesitates)

SC – “Well, we made it by ourselves for a little while. There were a few of us, we tried but couldn’t settle down anywhere. Shit kept happening, y’know? We’d pick a spot clean and move on. Then we heard rumours of this place-”

AA – “Sorry to interrupt, but heard rumours from where?”

(Again, both interviewees hesitate and look to each other for answers)

JN – “Other survivors I guess…other refugees. A few people joined our group. That would have to be it, right?”

SC – “I suppose. Then again, where would they hear the rumours?”

(Both interviewees look immensely troubled for a moment)

AA – “Let’s move past that shall we? How did you get here eventually and what did you do when you first arrived?”

(Both interviewees shuffle in their seats, but continue with a little hesitance)

SC – “Well, we managed to find a truck. It was an army truck, had a few crates in the back. Luckily it was in pretty good shape, me and Jonny fiddled with the engine while the others searched the crates.”

JN – “Yeah, the truck was stocked high with food but most of it was bad by then. But there were a few crates of military ration kits, and plenty of guns.”

SC – “Oh yeah, plenty of guns, plus other equipment. We all got geared up relatively well, enough to scare off most threats.We headed to this place. Offered the truck and the supplies, as well as our skills.”

JN – “Yeah, there were about twelve of us to make it here in the end. They needed the guns, the guys on the walls mostly had rocks and planks of wood. Now they have body armour, assault rifles and plenty more besides.”

SC – “Anyway, before all that we were taken to see Boss, all of us were assigned a role and a plot of land to build a shack. After that, we were left to our own devices.”

AA – “Interesting, so you don’t work in designated shifts?”

JN – “Hmm, not quite. No one does except the guards. We work when something needs doing.”

SC – “But something always needs doing. People know how to spread it around though, no one gets too over or under worked.”

AA – “Alright, alright. Thank you. Now to take a slightly different approach, I would like to ask you both when you first saw or felt the original danger.”

(Both interviewees register a range of negative emotions on their face, both look shaken)

AA – “It’s alright gentlemen, it’s been and gone. Take your time, just take me through it piece by piece.”

JN – “Well, we both knew each other back then anyway.”

SC – “Living together even, I was still studying I think.”

JN – “I was working, but it was convenient that we still share a house.”

SC – “I remember a lot of things going on at the time, I think the US just elected that terrible president. A lot of problems started with him.”

JN – “That’s right, yeah. And I think the UK had just separated from…something.”

SC – “I remember a few people calling it the UK Independence Day.”

JN – “Oh yeah, bunch of wankers.”

SC – “Yeah, the Prime Minister of the UK wasn’t great either. Or that massive country, Ruskia or something.”

JN – “Hmm, come to think of it it seems the world leaders were largely worthless at the time.”

SC – “Yeah, the world was falling to shit way before it actually fell to shit. Then…then it happened.”

AA – “Sorry, just to clarify, what do you mean by ‘it’?”

SC – “I don’t…I can’t…quite remember. It wasn’t bombs or war like everyone predicted. I can’t remember.”

JN – “Me either, but you could…just…feel it coming. The end.”

(There is a slight pause here)

AA – “So you just felt the danger?”

JN – “Yeah.”

SC – “Basically. I think we hid, a few of us did. By the time we came out everyone was just…gone.”

JN – “No evidence of what happened at all. We were just…wandering around. Trying to figure out what happened, where everyone was, when it was, even.”

SC – “We saw the first one then. The first zombie.”

JN – “Are we really saying zombie?”

SC – “Well what the hell would you call it? It was a living, rotten corpse feeding off another corpse. ”

AA – “Okay gentlemen, I think we’ll get on to that at a later date. So do the two of you have any family?”

JN – “I think I did…I used to anyway. Had to really, didn’t I? Mother, father and so on. Think I had a sister too.”

SC – “I had my parents, they lived quite close. Can’t quite remember what happened to them though.”

JN – “I think they refused to hide, then they just…disappeared like everyone else.”

SC – “Yeah…I had my girlfriend. I remember that much, I managed to convince her to hide with us.”

AA – “Do you mind if I ask where she is now?”

SC – “Dead.”

(There is another pause)

JN – “She died on the road to this place, raiders hit us while we were on foot and-”

SC – “Stop. I can’t talk about that day.”

AA – “That’s fine. Thank you for telling me about her.”

(I allow a short pause, for both interviewees to catch their breath)

AA – “So, let’s move on. This first interview is nearly over.”

SC – “First?”

AA – “Hmm? Oh, yes. I’d like to talk to you two again at some point in the future. I may do the same with others but not all I talk to.”

JN – “Fair enough.”

AA – “Excellent, good, yes, excellent. So, who were the two of you before this all happened?”

SC – “Well, as I said I was a student, finishing my PhD, I don’t remember in which field of study. We both lived in Gateshead, in the North East of England. I think I was also a member of the local police force, but I don’t think it was full time.”

JN – “I had a full time job, I think I was a web developer or something. I remember exercising often, riding my bike mostly. It was stolen once, what a shit walk home that was.”

AA – “I see. Okay gentlemen, thank you for your time. If I get the chance, could I interview the two of you another time?”

JN – “Sure.”

SC – “I guess.”

AA – “Thank you again, keep up the good work.”

END

A few notes here, both candidates were incredibly nervous and edgy during the interview for unknown reasons. It is possible that recounting the events that lead humanity to this dark place at the end of all times shakes their confidence somewhat.

The people of this settlement seem to lose themselves in their work, rebuilding a fraction of what was lost. I’ve seen a few smiles and heard trickles of laughter throughout this new town, but everyone is still on edge. The guard patrols are regular, even though the town is situated in a barren field for miles of vision in each direction.

This is yet another case where a survivor cannot recall the exact circumstances which led them into this particular situation. I can remember it all, with vivid clarity, but if they cannot, or simply chose not, to remember what happened, I would not like to remind them. Though I will if it becomes necessary.

There was a brief mention of ‘zombies’ in the interview, but I will touch upon that in a later interview. You can find all of my notes on this time in human history, though I warn you it is not a joyous one.