Chapter 5

I recorded the event for a good hour. The battle only got worse. The beast was attacked and it's blood flowed into the streets, the beast was only attracted further into the city. The military was as predicted, useless. But their attacks were not, I couldn't tell you the amounts of blood that poured onto the earth. The thundering footsteps could be heard echoing for great distances. I recorded it, not worrying about or even thinking about anyone else. But I soon realized that I was not the only one watching. I was in a crowd of thrill seekers thinking they would get the show of a life time, and they would. The thing seemed to be following me, but that was only because I was recording it and I had to stay ahead of it. The revelers figured it would be a good time to cheer the monster on. It quickly turned into a symbol of the people and all of the oppression they thought they were under. They cheered as the monster stood up against the attacks of the military, how I got involved with these people I'll never know. But I did know that all the noise they were making was bound to attract attention. I left the people to their fate. I don't know if they ended up dying or not.

The monster attack in the city was going on for hours now. The sun was getting ready to set, the glow of the flames could be seen everywhere. I was lost in the dark almost. Once and awhile I'd see a convoy of troops going off to fight the beast I stayed away from them though because I didn't want to be arrested or shot as one of the infected as they were calling them now. The blood flow had created what the radio had begun to call the addicted. They were said to be contagious and much like the old movies would call it, a zombie infestation. Of course I knew better. I tried to call and tell them what was really going on but my information got lost in the chaos of the events of the day. I couldn't tell you how much terror I've seen today. But I did see some of the infected transform right before my eyes, and my camera.

I watched at the blood sprayed over the crowd in the distance as they tried to get away. There was no method to this. It just showed how desperate the government was willing to be to kill the enemy with conventional weapons. I could just imagine the scientific conferences being held in dark bunkers all over the country as the warhawks could only come up with one solution, to shoot more bullets until the monster died. This action was doing more harm then good though. The crowd I watched helplessly fell to the ground as the blood sprayed onto them. They didn't notice it right away of course none of them ever do, but that never lasted long. Their bodies all began to feel the effects at the same time I think. They began to writhe and twist in the street. I could see as men and women alike began to change and grow, slowly at first. Of course I was no expert on the stages of weight gain, but I was learning very quickly. Their stomachs were the first to respond. I don't know why this happened, but it always seemed to happen this way. Their flesh began to expand slowly at first, their clothes seemed to feel the effects, shirts were beginning to stretch out. Clothing only can stretch so far before it tears, and tear it did. They didn't understand it and from the mass of people came a great and many moans of misery and pain. Or at least that's what I thought it was at first. Their arms and legs began to become infected with the growth. I could see their skin stretching before my eyes. They seemed to enjoy it after a time, their clothes were missing, distant memories. Then, something began to happen to the mass of flesh that was quivering before me.

They were trying to use one another to stand up. None of them ever seemed to manage to stand up completely though. The scene was hypnotic at first, I couldn't look away. I then noticed one of the hands actually slip into the fat of another, then I realized this was happening all over! The people were merging into one another, at first some tried to escape it, but those who had merged seemed to enjoy the feeling and they actively sought out others who still had their mind enough to escape the madness. It wasn't more then a few minutes before the last personality seemed to be merged into the transforming mass. Soon it was the shape of a human, more massive then any person I've ever seen though. It must have weighed at least three thousand pounds, but I'm no expert at guessing numbers and mass so in all likelihood I was wrong. The thing was a man, or that is what it was turning into. It was a horrific miracle of life that I never imagined I could ever see, and apparently it could see me too as its eyes opened and gazed at me with a hunger that I couldn't explain. It was unsettling.

I almost wanted to rush forward and join the massive figure. Something about it just seemed to be inviting as well as terrifying. If it weren't for the presence of the monster thundering towards where I was. I might have done it. But I was knocked back into my senses and took off. I looked back one last time to see a bunch of troops with flamethrowers destroy everything I saw. It was terrible the lengths the powers that be would go to, I knew it was a cover up, and they didn't trust the monster to clean up after their own mistakes I suppose. I knew they had some idea of what destroying the rig might have done to cover up their own ignorance and rushing things in this day and age. I figured all this was some kind of cosmic karma that was deserved. We all wanted things so quickly and easily, now our destruction would come just as fast it seemed.