Emancipation from the Depths

I had awoken from the cries and howls of the forest. These were the tormented echoes of the genetically modified beasts that the underground scientists had created under the direction of the dark government. The nights seem to last forever during these months. Before I left the outskirts of the city, I would hear the cries of women, children, man and beast in their struggle to survive. Only to get by just one more day was the goal of the people. Drinking water was no longer sanitary and food was scarce. Many resorted to hunting during the day. At night the synthetic beasts would scavenge the city streets and forests seeking any flesh they could devour.
This was life in the New World and many embraced the evils they never knew lurked within their own forgotten souls. Desolate lands vivid during the day and the cries of the beasts and struggles for life at night. I was a nomad, a wanderer during the day. Today I shot a Turkey from the forest and this was a special meal, for a meal this size was rare. I remember being younger and hearing my family talk of technology surpassing humanity, morals and philanthropic values in general were being trampled as mankind embarked on his and her advance to what they imagined was truly evolution. Technological evolution and spiritual evolution are two very different things. These dark tales have become my reality. I remember one night I had an obscure dream. The symbolism was accurate. I was much younger. I did not understand the meaning of it all at that time. Hereafter, I have swallowed my fate to be a rebel and fight the black order. Technology and love of he secular world has transcended the love of humanity. It has annihilated compassion and mercy within the hearts. Perhaps there is truly order out of chaos as the psychotic mason elite would declare.
The vision became clear in the back of my head that night. I was in a grocery store and all was silent. I was above the store in the rafters looking from below. Suddenly before my eyes I saw a group of women and men. They could not speak any known tongue but would growl and grunt at each other like animals. All of the mammals were nude and they started to fight over a piece of meat in the floor like wild wolves or hyenas of the desert. I saw them bite at each other, claw and scream as the flesh was shredded for those who were strong enough to eat. I have learned now that this was the symbolism for the future of humanity. It was the day that the earthlings would return to their beginning state as primates. All events and lives travel in circles and time, places and situations seem to repeat in perpetual bliss and agony. Don’t recycle me into another nightmare the head screamed. Where shall thy find bliss?
The sun sets and the twilight consumes me. This was once a time of inner peace as the pink and purples faded into each other. This is the great warning. If you stay out much longer pass this beauty, terror and the dire struggles for life are sure to follow. I owned a 12-gauge shotgun a M16 and some camping supplies. I knew that I would have to leave one day and find another area. It is good for man to roam the earth and avoid the stagnation of areas that find you most unwelcome over time. I had found an abandoned underground shelter almost a month ago when the revolution started. I knew that this would be a place of temporary security and it’s never too safe to relay on one area for permanent salvation from the crossbreeds as I called them. These were people that the Black Order had placed deep underground to perform salve labor. Genetic experimentation would often take place and humans would be mixed with the DNA of animals and alien DNA as well.
Something went terribly wrong for the scientists and agents of the Black Order of Chaos and the workers turned on them. The new breeds had escaped their imprisonment
From deep under the earth. Moreover, the hate and mental agony of confinement was unleashed along with the sinister blood and genes of torment that blazed from their flesh like flames of a wild beast. These beasts of pray would eat anything. Many townspeople lost their pets, for dogs and cats were an easy catch. The crossbreeds were so cunning that there were tales of them attacking mountain lions for food. Often these endeavours would not turn out so successful. This was especially true when the crossbreeds made a solitary attack. Nonetheless, any creature that looked human to some appearance and would jump on a wild mountain lion and bite it was unnerving.
The crossbreeds were so persistent and crazed. They would take two good shots in the chest from a 12-gauge to stop them. I found that out myself in the early stages of the upheavals. Screaming men, women and children were heard in the panics of their rage. The military invaded the towns only the next day after the emancipation of the crossbreeds had already begun. This left little time to evacuate people. I remember that my wife and child had traveled to her father’s home in Canada in a remote cold part of the country. I was thankful for this and felt that they would be safe. All major interstates were closed; nobody could travel by plane, train or even car for any distance. The days were filled with chaos. The Black Order of Chaos was where the evils of mankind originated.
They used to have an advertisement on television to recruit young men and women. The company was titled “C.O.B” known as the Central Order of Bravery.
They would have such charming advertisement through S.V.A.S.W “Sophisticated, Visual Audio Subliminal Waves. This embedded technology could even hypnotize those of a lower IQ or even just those not in tune with reality. Television was worshipped and always placed into the most sacred and holy position in the home of every family. Families would glare at the Techbox God for hours and even go hungry. Many would lie in the floor licking the screen of the junk-box from overload and S.V.A.S.W would be the culprit. Why should all vipers be savage? Was this a question of religion?
I am sure many would lose faith in god as they had in the past when calamities befall the masses. It was the people that allowed the B.O.C power though. It was the people whom had given their minds to the evils of all the B.O.C’s demands. It was like foolish children wanting to blame their parents for their own mistakes. They were a small group of elite politicians involved in the much darker forms of freemasonry. They grew and formed alliances, bought out large corporations. They had a secret police a military. All of the agents working under the top elite had massive forces holding them back from becoming free again.
There were the chip implants that were used for tracking each employee of the B.O.C. Many were strung out on drugs and could receive almost any devilish addiction imaginable with a simple card. They would obtain sexual favors and alcohol, narcotics, cigarettes, and many of these favored a drug laced with a synthetic powder called almobzindine or what others called Atashpree. This would create thought patterns and trigger emotional eradication within the employees of B.O.C and even chips which embedded alien thought patters in the mind were in the contents of this famous drug. The God of the Mob and the God of the Zombie will create the most delicious dinner on which you wish to dine upon. Let the fires of the sheep’s desires consume them.
My wife had asked me to come along and visit her father but I refused as I always found it so boring. A life of monotony would be a paradise compared to the nightmare I was now in. I had an intuition to go with her and that it was in my interest. Yet something held me back. I had these feelings before and that is when I felt I could not escape my own destiny. Does it follow us like our shadows? Where could a man turn to find peace and security now that this hellish nightmare was reality? Some of the employees had synthetic metal implants like the cyborgs from the early Sci-Fi movies. Only certain models of the most complex had been manufactured. They were used as what we would think of as Prison Guards. U.P.G units, which meant Underground Prison Guards; they were above now also. They were created 2/3 robot through technologically advanced modifications and 1/3 human. The engineering was remarkable. Many were designed with alien and domestic metals.
Definitely not something you would want to have an unfriendly encounter with. They would usually leave humans alone as they were programmed to control and attack the crossbreeds when they missed protocol. I remember having a friend that was an employee of O.C.O.P. It was the organization used to recruit in the beginning before you moved up the latter. It might have meant Order through Chaos, Order through Police or Policy. We were friends all through high school and even as children. I always would criticize him for watching the television so much. Many just did not believe in the S>V>A>S>W. In the Satanic Wilderness All Sheep are Vaporized I would tell him and joke. I would see these behaviors from co-workers at the plant. There was nothing I could really do about it. You can tell once the addiction of S>V>A>S>W starts. The person loses weight and the eyes start to form a yellowish and black color all around the pupils to where the whites are gone. It is quite noticeable to anyone not already addicted. Roy left to join the O.C.O.P and I was negative a friend from childhood and there was nothing I could do about it.
I heard that Roy was killed only two months after he was transferred to work for one of the U.P.G units. A crossbreed jumped on him and chewed his jugular vein out. There were many signs something was terribly wrong with the crossbreeds before the emancipation. However, B.O.C refused to close down the labor sites underground and would overlook what they called isolated incidents of aggression. These isolated incidents increased to about one to two violent deaths a week on a U.P.G and the B.O.C elite were still denying that a problem existed. I knew only by underground and independent news sources. I had time to prepare some right before the first spree of killings. I bought some guns and camping equipment and stored some water. Houses were not safe and it was something about the crossbreeds that kept them from going underground. It was my belief that it was an evolutionary developed survival instinct as they had been imprisoned under the earth for so long they would not return under any circumstance. Whether it meant death or life, they were above ground for good.
The first spree began after work from the plant. I was building circuitry boards for whom I believed were designed for the cyborgs. I did not really like to think how the boards would be used. I had worked some in PC repair and taught myself enough to program some. So I convinced them to give me a job in a higher paying position at the local plant. It was obvious that all corporations of any size worked under B.O.C They controlled everything. They controlled the media, the banks, the technology, the industries, and to a big extent religion also in my opinion. Most were ignorant of these facts and as they say if you want to hide something put it in plain view. Sheep will walk around people with axes and guns all day and graze on the grass. So it was with humanity.
I was on my way home from the plant and saw the crossbreeds in the local pub and could hear the cries from the highway as the vampire breeds devoured the local drunks. I continued to floor the pedal all the way home. This was the only way to come home and I was thankful to my lord that my wife and child were long gone. I prayed the remote cold regions of Canada would keep them safe from the insanity that had manifested in the land of the free. It was free now for sure. All were free to do as they wished. What was the real goal of the B.O.C I would contemplate time and time again. They had control of every aspect of our lives and yet it was not enough. It was the similitude of the savage scavengers in the desert. The more flesh and bone they cut through the more they wanted. If their own family got in their way, it was additional prey.
Sirens screamed through the streets and I grabbed by guns and backpack and left. I drove as fast as I could away from the city toward the desert. I knew I would not look back. I could hear screams from my house and knew that the crossbreeds were only blocks away and that each home would be sacked. It was a surreal feeling driving at night going eighty miles per hour with the wind in my hair, guns loaded. I was a warrior now whether I wanted to be or not. So much for work at the plant I almost laughed. I remember how my friends and I would bitch at work about wanting to see a revolution or some natural calamity so that a sense of meaning and freedom would come into our lives. I am not so sure this was the exact idea we had in mind though. People were being eaten and I had no time to check up on co-workers or the like.