People crave destruction to the point of manifestation. We watch, we tune in to violence in the form of entertainment that we subconsciously begin to emulate such a thing. People want to see death and carnage only as if it were a game because we, as a whole, search for an escape. We cling to made-up stories to exhilarate our dull lives that in turn we lie to ourselves. We tell ourselves that such a story could never happen in real life or for the very least shouldn’t.
People talk about war as if war were a fictitious movie. We praise war heroes, ignoring the slaughter they commit yet imprison civilians who do the same. Our pineal gland has been strategically calcified in order to bring forth the aforementioned destruction we obsess over in movies and programs. We are dumbed down to be more controlling so we don’t ask the questions we should be asking. So that we don’t end the on going war on the human race.
Instead, we are fed poison so that unforeseen masters don’t get dethroned from their celestial power. Super simple minded folk, such as humans, are plagued with chemicals that silence our inner conscious. We are given limited options to remain dependent. We are distracted from seeking the truth by warping our minds into believing fiction is better than facts. We have been fed numerous lies that those who speak the truth are seen as mentally unstable.
Our only escape from the reality we find ourselves in these modern times is in fictional stories to ease the blow. We anticipate the endings to find comfort in knowing no matter how bad things get there will always be closure. There will always be a solution to any problem. We spoil the endings to reassure ourselves that the real world can be fixed. We dig our heads in the ground to forget about the real troubles in our world we don’t want to acknowledge.
Maybe we are not ready to repair the accumulative damages. Perhaps we feel we are not responsible for them. Either way, whether we ignore them or face them head on, they will remain there until we as a whole acknowledge them. We can pen them on paper. Reenact them on screen or execute it in real life. They will remain there until we decide to correct them. It may take another millennium or maybe within a weeks time. One thing is for certain, mankind will find a way.
“This is going on my channel.” Wes began as he adjusted his camera phone. A group of soldiers carried a bulky heavy trunk into their jeep while others carried suitcases. “I can’t believe I’m finally getting access to Area 51.” He road shotgun while everyone else settled in the back. “Don’t worry guys, I’ll blur your faces so no one will recognize you. Total confidential.”
“You’ll be discharged and send to jail if anyone finds out you’re the one uploading videos on exclusive government secrets.” Parker added as he drove.
“Well lucky me the others haven’t found out.” Wes bragged.
“Lucky for you I haven’t told them.” Parker replied. “Just because I’m your older brother doesn’t mean I can protect you from the whole platoon. You better make sure no one else finds that camera. You’re on your own if they do.”
“Relax.” Wes answered. “No one has discovered me yet. Besides, there’s no harm in me making homemade movies. Not like I’m uploading them to YouTube, though I would go viral if I do.” He turned to his brother with excitement. “Just imagine how much dough I’d be getting with just a few minutes of ground footage on Area 51. I’d be rich!”
“We’d be rich.” His brother corrected. They drove through a hidden path kept from the public eye. The night was clear as day. A waxing moon peeked among the clouds as they bubbled through the chilling wind. Stars scattered in the sky as they blinked ever so. They were the only moving object on land, making their way to a controversial area infamous across the state. The only light visible in the night lit a path before them as they neared the entrance to a dangerously guarded premises.
Within minutes, the jeep drove to a small building. Numerous guards walked attentively as they secured the perimeter. No one could get inside. Even with clearance of the highest degree, you’d be surrounded by preying eyes to make sure no secrets would get leaked. Guards instructed the team of soldiers where to go and where to park. Everything was ruled by protocol within the walls of Area 51.
Though the building was small, once inside a whole universe of unimaginable possibilities lay active. Deep underground of interconnected chambers sheltered the impossible. The crew of soldiers were new to the area but were informed of what to expect. Wes kept his cool as he filmed every second once they parked the jeep. The rest of the soldiers carried out their orders. Wes and his brother took the suitcase and followed four guards to the suitcases destination.
“Keep your eyes forward,” they were told, “And no questions.” Wes and Parker followed the guards down the hall and into the elevator. With a key and finger print, the elevator took them to a different level from the surface. Not too long did the doors slide open, revealing a cold narrow hallway. Thick glass walls exposed numerous rooms within. Few people sat in desk while others stood, jotting data and results.
One guard took the two brothers to a peculiar room while the other three stood guard by the entrance. They remained in their post, attentively. The brothers kept their eyes forward, glancing the perimeters every now and then; Wes mostly. “Inside.” The guard ordered as he opened the door with his finger print. A small group of scientists said little about their experiments and patients. The two brothers took the suitcase to a scientist from across the room. A man tied to a metal bed moaned and moved little beside the scientist. The monitors connected to the tied man were all flat lined as if the man was dead but he was clearly alive.
Feet away from where they stood, another patient lay tied to a metal bed. The other patient was deformed, mutated into some flesh eating zombie. Its eyes were discolored and its skin rotted. The patient was muzzled and violent. The monitors connected to the violent patient also read no sign of life, no sign of humanity within. “Guard get these two soldiers out of here.” One scientist ordered as he noticed Wes looking around. “We don’t need another incident.”
Before Wes and his brother were escorted out of the room, a shattered glass caught everyones attention. A female scientist screamed as she fled the room. The guards took out their guns and ran into the room, aiding the frightful scientist. Wes and Parker followed attentively, ready for whatever came next. As Wes and Parker entered the room, a group of deformed patients moaned for flesh.
“Sir, are you alright.” Wes ignorantly asked as he approached one of the patients. The patient grabbed Wes by the neck and reached for his head with its mouth. Brains splattered on the glass walls as one guard killed the patient. Parker took Wes and left the room. The guards stayed to finish the job.
“Damn!” One scientist muttered as he quarantined the incident. Wes and Parker stood by the scientist in disbelief. One scientist was cornered. He called for security but the guards were far away. He was ambushed by two deformed patients. One bit the scientist arm while the other cracked his head open. The scientist brain oozed out. The two deformed patients fed upon the spilled brain matter. Wes and Parker witnessed it all, still in disbelief.
“What the hell is that!” Wes demanded the scientist to spill the truth. “Tell me this is all some twist prank you people pull on newcomers.”
“Its exactly what you think.” The scientist confessed. “They have been real for over a decade now.” Wes could not believe it, he did not want to. Parker, his brother, watched in horror as two presumed dead humans devoured another human being. “We don’t know what exactly caused this type of mutation.” The scientist began. “But we know when it started. Back in the first world war, some evil scientist wanted to tap into immortality.”
“Unfortunately,” he referenced to the gore taking place just feet away from them, “This was the end result.” He paused. “We have sought a cure,” he continued, “Some way to reverse the mutation but as of now there seems to be none. Let’s count our blessings they aren’t rising from the grave like they do in movies.”
“These glass walls.” Parker mentioned. “How thick are they?”
“Not even bullets can shatter them.” The scientist answered calmly. “Those two won’t be getting out. Backup will arrive shortly. Standard protocol, you know the rest.”
“Are they…” Wes asked, knowing the answer.
“Yes.”
Before them, three patients slowly crept on the armed guards; moaning in hunger. The trapped guards aimed a bullet to their heads, killing them instantly. “I bet you two have seen a movie about them.” The scientist began. “Or for the very least, heard about them. It’s true. The only way to kill them is by terminating its cerebral consciousness. The government thought it would be a good idea to inform the public through movies incase the mutation spread again. One scratch from them and you’re dead, they are highly contagious.”
“Genius though, wouldn’t you agree.” The scientist beamed. “To subtlety keep the public informed through fictitious media.” Backup arrived moments later. Wes and Parker were escorted out shortly. Once they were given clearance, to make sure none of them were contagious, Wes and Parker made their way back to their team. The ride back to their station was silent and unsettling. The other soldiers had no idea of the events that occurred. One trip to Area 51 and suddenly the world seemed different.
Wes and his brother pondered over what other fictional movie were based on real facts. Aliens? Vampires? Witches? Were they all real too? Is there such a thing? Wes replayed his footage kept hidden in his jacket. He muted the audio so no one could hear. Fascinated yet horror struck were his eyes as the dead flesh-eating humans ate organs as if it were candy. The muzzled deformed patient he encountered lay frozen in his screen, in his memory, as he came to the realization that nothing is as it seems.
“So much for not finding any aliens back there, huh.” His brother broke the silence. They both laughed, masking the fear within them. “Good thing no one found your camera.” Wes put down his phone. The night consumed them as they drove deep in the desert, back to their station. “Did you get all of that?”
“Yeah, but I deleted it.” Wes lied. “No one will believe its authentic anyways.”
“Do you think those conspiracy videos on the internet are true?”
“I hope not.” Wes replied. “That was one hell of a grip though.” Wes rubbed his neck.
“Good thing they cleared you.” Parker answered. “I thought I’d lose you in combat and not by some scratch from the dead.” They laughed, nervously. They remained silent until they reached their station. Once they got settled in their bunker, Wes kept replaying the video on his phone. He examined the patients mannerisms, their faces, their hunger for brains. Still, he could not believe the reality happening in Area 51.
What felt more unsettling was that the people are well informed about said events. They are being told the truth passed on as fiction, as entertainment. Wes pondered over every movie he has ever seen about fictional creatures and questioned what exactly is real and what isn’t. He did not rest that night. Something was slowly engulfing him to madness. His view on the world wasn’t the only thing changing, he was changing.
People talk about war as if war were a fictitious movie. We praise war heroes, ignoring the slaughter they commit yet imprison civilians who do the same. Our pineal gland has been strategically calcified in order to bring forth the aforementioned destruction we obsess over in movies and programs. We are dumbed down to be more controlling so we don’t ask the questions we should be asking. So that we don’t end the on going war on the human race.
Instead, we are fed poison so that unforeseen masters don’t get dethroned from their celestial power. Super simple minded folk, such as humans, are plagued with chemicals that silence our inner conscious. We are given limited options to remain dependent. We are distracted from seeking the truth by warping our minds into believing fiction is better than facts. We have been fed numerous lies that those who speak the truth are seen as mentally unstable.
Our only escape from the reality we find ourselves in these modern times is in fictional stories to ease the blow. We anticipate the endings to find comfort in knowing no matter how bad things get there will always be closure. There will always be a solution to any problem. We spoil the endings to reassure ourselves that the real world can be fixed. We dig our heads in the ground to forget about the real troubles in our world we don’t want to acknowledge.
Maybe we are not ready to repair the accumulative damages. Perhaps we feel we are not responsible for them. Either way, whether we ignore them or face them head on, they will remain there until we as a whole acknowledge them. We can pen them on paper. Reenact them on screen or execute it in real life. They will remain there until we decide to correct them. It may take another millennium or maybe within a weeks time. One thing is for certain, mankind will find a way.
“This is going on my channel.” Wes began as he adjusted his camera phone. A group of soldiers carried a bulky heavy trunk into their jeep while others carried suitcases. “I can’t believe I’m finally getting access to Area 51.” He road shotgun while everyone else settled in the back. “Don’t worry guys, I’ll blur your faces so no one will recognize you. Total confidential.”
“You’ll be discharged and send to jail if anyone finds out you’re the one uploading videos on exclusive government secrets.” Parker added as he drove.
“Well lucky me the others haven’t found out.” Wes bragged.
“Lucky for you I haven’t told them.” Parker replied. “Just because I’m your older brother doesn’t mean I can protect you from the whole platoon. You better make sure no one else finds that camera. You’re on your own if they do.”
“Relax.” Wes answered. “No one has discovered me yet. Besides, there’s no harm in me making homemade movies. Not like I’m uploading them to YouTube, though I would go viral if I do.” He turned to his brother with excitement. “Just imagine how much dough I’d be getting with just a few minutes of ground footage on Area 51. I’d be rich!”
“We’d be rich.” His brother corrected. They drove through a hidden path kept from the public eye. The night was clear as day. A waxing moon peeked among the clouds as they bubbled through the chilling wind. Stars scattered in the sky as they blinked ever so. They were the only moving object on land, making their way to a controversial area infamous across the state. The only light visible in the night lit a path before them as they neared the entrance to a dangerously guarded premises.
Within minutes, the jeep drove to a small building. Numerous guards walked attentively as they secured the perimeter. No one could get inside. Even with clearance of the highest degree, you’d be surrounded by preying eyes to make sure no secrets would get leaked. Guards instructed the team of soldiers where to go and where to park. Everything was ruled by protocol within the walls of Area 51.
Though the building was small, once inside a whole universe of unimaginable possibilities lay active. Deep underground of interconnected chambers sheltered the impossible. The crew of soldiers were new to the area but were informed of what to expect. Wes kept his cool as he filmed every second once they parked the jeep. The rest of the soldiers carried out their orders. Wes and his brother took the suitcase and followed four guards to the suitcases destination.
“Keep your eyes forward,” they were told, “And no questions.” Wes and Parker followed the guards down the hall and into the elevator. With a key and finger print, the elevator took them to a different level from the surface. Not too long did the doors slide open, revealing a cold narrow hallway. Thick glass walls exposed numerous rooms within. Few people sat in desk while others stood, jotting data and results.
One guard took the two brothers to a peculiar room while the other three stood guard by the entrance. They remained in their post, attentively. The brothers kept their eyes forward, glancing the perimeters every now and then; Wes mostly. “Inside.” The guard ordered as he opened the door with his finger print. A small group of scientists said little about their experiments and patients. The two brothers took the suitcase to a scientist from across the room. A man tied to a metal bed moaned and moved little beside the scientist. The monitors connected to the tied man were all flat lined as if the man was dead but he was clearly alive.
Feet away from where they stood, another patient lay tied to a metal bed. The other patient was deformed, mutated into some flesh eating zombie. Its eyes were discolored and its skin rotted. The patient was muzzled and violent. The monitors connected to the violent patient also read no sign of life, no sign of humanity within. “Guard get these two soldiers out of here.” One scientist ordered as he noticed Wes looking around. “We don’t need another incident.”
Before Wes and his brother were escorted out of the room, a shattered glass caught everyones attention. A female scientist screamed as she fled the room. The guards took out their guns and ran into the room, aiding the frightful scientist. Wes and Parker followed attentively, ready for whatever came next. As Wes and Parker entered the room, a group of deformed patients moaned for flesh.
“Sir, are you alright.” Wes ignorantly asked as he approached one of the patients. The patient grabbed Wes by the neck and reached for his head with its mouth. Brains splattered on the glass walls as one guard killed the patient. Parker took Wes and left the room. The guards stayed to finish the job.
“Damn!” One scientist muttered as he quarantined the incident. Wes and Parker stood by the scientist in disbelief. One scientist was cornered. He called for security but the guards were far away. He was ambushed by two deformed patients. One bit the scientist arm while the other cracked his head open. The scientist brain oozed out. The two deformed patients fed upon the spilled brain matter. Wes and Parker witnessed it all, still in disbelief.
“What the hell is that!” Wes demanded the scientist to spill the truth. “Tell me this is all some twist prank you people pull on newcomers.”
“Its exactly what you think.” The scientist confessed. “They have been real for over a decade now.” Wes could not believe it, he did not want to. Parker, his brother, watched in horror as two presumed dead humans devoured another human being. “We don’t know what exactly caused this type of mutation.” The scientist began. “But we know when it started. Back in the first world war, some evil scientist wanted to tap into immortality.”
“Unfortunately,” he referenced to the gore taking place just feet away from them, “This was the end result.” He paused. “We have sought a cure,” he continued, “Some way to reverse the mutation but as of now there seems to be none. Let’s count our blessings they aren’t rising from the grave like they do in movies.”
“These glass walls.” Parker mentioned. “How thick are they?”
“Not even bullets can shatter them.” The scientist answered calmly. “Those two won’t be getting out. Backup will arrive shortly. Standard protocol, you know the rest.”
“Are they…” Wes asked, knowing the answer.
“Yes.”
Before them, three patients slowly crept on the armed guards; moaning in hunger. The trapped guards aimed a bullet to their heads, killing them instantly. “I bet you two have seen a movie about them.” The scientist began. “Or for the very least, heard about them. It’s true. The only way to kill them is by terminating its cerebral consciousness. The government thought it would be a good idea to inform the public through movies incase the mutation spread again. One scratch from them and you’re dead, they are highly contagious.”
“Genius though, wouldn’t you agree.” The scientist beamed. “To subtlety keep the public informed through fictitious media.” Backup arrived moments later. Wes and Parker were escorted out shortly. Once they were given clearance, to make sure none of them were contagious, Wes and Parker made their way back to their team. The ride back to their station was silent and unsettling. The other soldiers had no idea of the events that occurred. One trip to Area 51 and suddenly the world seemed different.
Wes and his brother pondered over what other fictional movie were based on real facts. Aliens? Vampires? Witches? Were they all real too? Is there such a thing? Wes replayed his footage kept hidden in his jacket. He muted the audio so no one could hear. Fascinated yet horror struck were his eyes as the dead flesh-eating humans ate organs as if it were candy. The muzzled deformed patient he encountered lay frozen in his screen, in his memory, as he came to the realization that nothing is as it seems.
“So much for not finding any aliens back there, huh.” His brother broke the silence. They both laughed, masking the fear within them. “Good thing no one found your camera.” Wes put down his phone. The night consumed them as they drove deep in the desert, back to their station. “Did you get all of that?”
“Yeah, but I deleted it.” Wes lied. “No one will believe its authentic anyways.”
“Do you think those conspiracy videos on the internet are true?”
“I hope not.” Wes replied. “That was one hell of a grip though.” Wes rubbed his neck.
“Good thing they cleared you.” Parker answered. “I thought I’d lose you in combat and not by some scratch from the dead.” They laughed, nervously. They remained silent until they reached their station. Once they got settled in their bunker, Wes kept replaying the video on his phone. He examined the patients mannerisms, their faces, their hunger for brains. Still, he could not believe the reality happening in Area 51.
What felt more unsettling was that the people are well informed about said events. They are being told the truth passed on as fiction, as entertainment. Wes pondered over every movie he has ever seen about fictional creatures and questioned what exactly is real and what isn’t. He did not rest that night. Something was slowly engulfing him to madness. His view on the world wasn’t the only thing changing, he was changing.
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