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encountered the same monstrosities I have. To learn that there are more of those things wrecked my good mood, but the discovery of a certain video labeled as “Genesis” distracted me all too well. A short clip captured via cell phone contained an image of a little girl out in an old cemetery playing with something. The video quality is ultra shitty, but I could tell that a deep red pulse emerged from just below the ground. The girl stood, holding a board of some kind.
     
    Let me just tell you that what I saw changed everything. I knew after witnessing this strange event unfold that the only way to stop this nightmare once and for all lies in the pact made between her and Satan, assuming that was him. I know it makes absolutely no sense. I know that it would be insane to buy into a pact with Satan because it means that I’ve been wrong….
     
    Nevertheless, what was shown could not have been reproduced. I know the video was real. I know that it was the product of honest reporting by a very brave person. More importantly, I knew once and for all that nothing else, no matter what, could possibly end this nightmare. We had to close the Hell Gates, but the how would have to involve a cursed Ouija board. The chatter on the forums cause by the video supported and dismissed this idea, both arguments had their merits, but I had to chance it.
     
    Before I signed off for the night, I checked on Facebook for any signs of family and relatives. The server responded extremely fast, downloading a page the contained hardly any updates. My mom posted: “Had a wonderful vacation, leaving for the airport to return to another year of mundane work ;-)” My aunt was the only one that replied, warning her not to come back to the states, but the warning was regarded as a joke.
     
    Something within me sank a bit, pressing into my stomach. Remorse, guilt, and sadness washed over me, but I tried my best to control it. I returned to catch the others playing cards while teasing the zombies that struggled against the barriers.
     
    I remember I stood with my fists firmly clinched, digging my nails into my palms, while staring at the walking dead as they flailed around trying to squeeze through the narrow spaces. Everything else, however, was a blur with the exception of Grace’s machete. My whole vision went red as the rage and vengeful fury took its course.
     
    After that, according from them, I was beyond reason. I was seconds away from tearing down the barriers as if determined to take on the whole undead army myself. Both James and Jack had to restrain me, pulling me back into a storage room where they locked me up in fear that I would do it again.
     
    Grace let me out after a few minutes went by.
     
    We all seem bothered, bidding our time while trying to hold back the pain that idleness brings. Memories are persistent, catching up when boredom sets in, and none of us are spared.
     
     
     
     
    Entry Twenty-eight, 1/ 14/15
     
    Despite the ever-lingering stench and the splatter of blood that stains my clothing, today turned out to be rather peaceful in comparison. Jack, having drained all of his ammunition, was forced to use a shovel as a weapon, which served as a very quiet alternative. No enraged crowds swarming our location. No sudden frenzy ready to consume our flesh, just a cluster of fiends to bash our way through as we exited out from the back of the building.
     
    Grace spotted a cemetery busy with all sort of insane activity on the horizon. We headed for the seclusion of the woods, trying to stay out of detection of those strange Hellish monstrosities.
     
    So far, the woods have been good to us. Hardly any zombies in this area, and the ones we found were too decayed to pose as a threat. We settled in a clearing, literally setting up camp. James insists of staying here for a while, but I don’t think we have the time to waste. However, James managed to talk Grace into walking with him along the creek before I could get a word