• My name is David Monnore. I Was born at the end of the Dark Fear.My journey stars at a small town near Lake Erie, with a man Name Weston, to understanding the Dark Fear, or know by the younger generation as H.A.I.L. Between those years, many thought it was the apocalypse, But god was not present that day. Untold life’s were lost or damned to those zombies. This is an interview of Weston, an ex-Pre war Marine. Who had the earliest encounter with the Zombies.

    Where were you when you made contact with one of those beast?
    I was on a search and destroy mission in the mountains of Iraq. Our mission was to find a Biochemical weapon and capture or destroy it. We burned every room we came to. There was one room left, but it looked searched already. My lieutenant signal me and Private Paul to check the room. We walked in and the sight was horrible. Bodies everywhere, heads blown off, guts sliding out of body’s. The Smell wasn’t that bad, that means it’s was recently that this massacre happened.” Paul tell lieutenant that it’s clear but watch your step.” “Yes, Sir!” Paul ran out like a little boy running from a bully. The whole squad walked in the room. Instantly, some of the barfed. An hour later we had all the bodies thrown in a pile. “ Time to mount up, boys.” Said the lieutenant. We all turned around and three rotting figure stood at the door. Paul walks up with his gun raised, telling them to get down on the ground. While the rest of us yelled at him to stand down. Paul just kept on walking towards the Rotting corpses. The beings jumped on him. Ryan stopped us in our tracks and said something that echo’s in my head this very day.
    What did he say?
    Zombies. Well, while Paul is getting his throat ripped and his entrails devour and leaking bile, by those “zombies”. Ryan pulled out his 9mm pistol and but a bullet into the creature’s head then…. Into Paul’s head. He gave us a lecture about Zombies and how to kill them. We all thought he would be our savior, but another one came around and told Ryan down. Stg. Lawrence took his MP7, popped 2 in both of their head’s. We ran, even the LT ran. He was a Refugee from the Operation African Evacuation and Burn Out.
    I thought it was called Operation save Africa.
    No, that’s they wanted you to think. They got most of the people out of there, but they completely burned the whole continent to ashes. Anyway, My LT saw it all, the burning, the chunks of body parts everywhere. It was just a massacre. The LT was a big man, I mean BIG. 6’7”, 287 pounds. We ran only for a few minutes, but it seemed like hours. You know that feeling, some just put on super slow-mo mode for us. We saw a light in the distance, We all thought it was the exit, but then we heard yells. The light turned LT skin a maple color, as he signaled us to stop. The chatter sounded Russian, and a mix of French. The deeper we got into the tunnel, the Chatter got louder.