© 2019 by Dr W Mhunkay. 

    I don’t have a lot of time to explain, so you need to listen carefully. Believe me, I’m trying to help.

    You need to know that history HAS repeated itself. You need to know how it started.

    We should have seen it coming, but we didn’t. We were so used to having the military around that we didn’t notice when the teams from C.R.A.N.E. turned up and started doing tests off Portland Bill. By the time we did notice - it was too late…the damage was done.

    It all came out with Patient X, let’s call him that, cause it’s easier to avoid names at the moment. He was hanging out at the harbour with a pint and a bag of chips. He was feeding them to the seagulls - even though we’ve all been told a thousand times not to - when one of them attacked him. Out of the blue, over and over. It was vicious. Ripped a chunk out of his face.

    Listen, someone’s coming. I’ve got to go. I’ll get in touch when I can. Until then…don’t feed the birds!

    5th August 2018

    13th August 2018

    I hope you got my last communication? If you did, then maybe what I’m about to tell you will help make sense of it all.

    After Patient X got attacked, he started feeling sick pretty quickly. The wound just wouldn’t heal. It was like his skin was dying. He went to A&E and they did a load of tests. Eventually said it was ‘Fictus Morbosus’, some kind of bird-flu. The seagull must have been infected and the virus got into Patient X’s bloodstream through its saliva.

    They kept him in to do more tests. Put him on anti-virals and gave him a stack of different stuff, but nothing worked. It was then that the media got hold of the story and spread it everywhere:

    ”Victim of mutant seagull attack struck down by mystery virus.”

    All these people were commenting, saying it wasn’t just that one bird. Loads of them were attacking people and lots of people were feeling ill.

    I think that must have spurred the press on because they were the ones that made the link between the virus and the tests at the Bill. They started reporting stories that the virus must have come from decontaminated water around the test site. That it was too much of a coincidence that the birds had got sick at the same time as C.R.A.N.E. were testing.

    They started calling it ‘Black Un-Death.’ Said C.R.A.N.E. needed to provide answers and then everything…sorry, time’s up…I’ve got to go. I’ll get back in touch soon. Keep vigilant.

    20th August 2018

    I don’t know if you’re still out there? If you are, then you’ll know that everything’s gone crazy.

    They’re not telling us anything - but they know. They know that this thing, whatever it is, has nothing to do with bird-flu.

    I know this because he told me. Patient X. He got out before it was too late. When he could still communicate. He met me where we used to play as kids.

    He told me that he’d heard them talking about C.R.A.N.E. That it was some kind of fracking trial gone wrong. They’d been testing a new liquid to open up the seabed so they could look for gas - and - it wasn’t just the seagulls that were affected. The entire C.R.A.N.E. team were ill. He said they were using words like, ‘living dead’ and ‘plague’ and ‘savage’. He heard them say they were working on a vaccine, but it wouldn’t be ready for weeks. He was terrified.

    I asked him to stay with me, that I’d look after him until the vaccine was available, but he wouldn’t. He said he knew something was really wrong. He felt different and couldn’t trust himself. He told me that he’d seen what happens once the virus took hold. He asked me to end it for him. He held up a penknife. A penknife for God’s sake. He told me to stick it in his head. Made a joke about seeing it on TV. I couldn’t. I could never hurt him… he was my brother.

    27th August 2018

    If you’ve got this message, then you know how bad things have got. My brother was right. Before he ran, before he left me, he said things were going to get bad - really bad.

    The infected are everywhere, like swarms. You can’t get near them. You can’t touch them because they will rip you apart.

    The military are trying to keep the major cities from being overrun entirely, but even London’s been hit. It’s like the Black Death all over again.

    It’s true, our numbers are dwindling everyday and I fear for the worst, but there may be hope. I’ve found a secure area – a fortified building where we can barricade ourselves in with supplies. There’s a small group of us working as hard as we can to get everything we need in position before our final move. And there are vaccines. They’re in transit. We’ve made contact with the military and they’re sending them by sea.

    I can’t send you all the information now, but we’ve created a website. It will tell you when everything you need to know and how you can gain entrance. Spaces will be limited friend. Not everyone can survive. 
    Keep safe.

    3rd September 2018

    This is it. The Fort is ours. The supplies are in place and we have the VACCINE!

    My friend, you have survived for so long and we are ready to receive you. The military are with us and they have agreed to move everyone who has received a vaccine to their safe zone.

    BUT - there is one thing I need to tell you. We only have 200 vaccines and we cannot promise more will ever arrive. I’m not sure how many of you are out there and I don’t know how many of you can get here? If there are more than 200 of you, we can get you into the Fort, but we can’t promise you a vaccination. So, please…get here quick!

    Just follow the link to access your pass and your chance to survive the horror:

    https://nothefort.org.uk/news-events/event/nothe-fort-living-dead?eID=1625

    www.whereispatientx.com

    This site was designed with the
    .com
    website builder. Create your website today.
    Start Now