SO, I had a story brewing for years. A mix of horror, which I would like to write more of and comics. Superhero comics. I wanted to do it in comic form but it seems anytime I start anything in that form it never gets finished. (Not that this actually will, hopefully it does but just saying) I wanted it in comic form so that it could be on going for one reason. If I am honest I have no real end, yet. More twists and turns as the story goes. So an ongoing series right? Like I have developed characters, but not exactly where they are headed. SO maybe that is ill prepared. BUT I also feel written books can be more descriptive and go deeper into story. I am at a loss for which is a better medium. Either way though I would have this random spiel opening it. This is a VERY ROUGH draft. I mean I will likely edit it a tiny bit, a couple times before it goes live but NO it isn't a finished draft. Cut me some slack. The second part is yes Covid is what is making me do it. Not inspiring the story but seeing the world falling apart pushed me to get it out there. So ya I guess call it band wagon jumping. The story line isn't but the current world is making it harder for me to blog or work on crime fiction when Covid is all you hear. I dunno I guess of you have constructive criticism let me know?
The world may look back at me as a monster, if the world can look back at all. Or if they have any wisdom they will look back at me as a hero. The person who pushed reset on a terrible world that needed it. Humans were gifted beyond all creatures, to think, to build and create but what did we do? We mastered war and death. For every leap forward we made, we figured another way to slaughter ourselves. We have killed each other over race, religion, sexuality, gender and on and on. Until we didn't even remember why we started killing each other in the first place. The further we came,the farther we strayed. I don't mean from a god figure, I am a being of science but from decency and intelligence, kindness and compassion. People no longer care about others, but how many likes or views the get on social media. Doing dumber and more dangerous things, making foolish idiots popular and mass media is raising all our kids. The worlds wealth is hoarded at the top while billions of people struggle on. I was once blind but now I see through it all.
Science wasn't allowed in my childhood home, I think that is why I went after it so vigorously in college. I knew prayer couldn't actually cure people, I wanted to create medicines, make the world a better place. For years I believed we were doing good work in the lab. I was told it could cure humanity. Right down to the cellular level. Kill diseases, build healthier people. I should have questioned why not work on making people be healthier. More active and not pouring billions into fast food, instead I work away trying to make a better human. I should have known it would become a weapon. Many years ago we were so close to having a cure for cancer, then funding vanished. As did our research. I should have known there is no profit in a healthy world, but I ignored it. The world wasn't that bad. They wouldn't keep people sick just to make money. Just as fast as funding vanished the government hired us. A new lab, in a covert building. No one would guess a book store had a high tech lab under it. We worked from there on a new serum, we were told it was to make people better. Stronger, faster, smarter. That it could better humanity. If we did it right it could even be used on sick and injured. Maybe it could have saved my family, had we made it years ago. So I dove into it whole heartedly. They started a second group with our notes, kept us separate. Claimed it was for science better to not mix results. I am not sure why I started to worry then, but I dug deeper. They were trying to do the opposite. Maybe they plan to help some humans but more so it was a weapon. Destroy humans, make them less than human. I knew then I had enough. I started my plot over a year ago. I couldn't just steal the serums. Too much security. We worked in a government lab, not permitted to take anything out. Searched daily and made to change clothes. I had work it out to look like water, we were permitted our bottles in and out. A simpleminded mistake, smuggled out when a simple guard was on duty. Funny even sexuality can be weaponized.
I wondered for days what to do with it. Even if I destroyed this amount they could still make more, I started to think I had wasted my time taking it out. I also wanted to see what the finished product would do. I knew they had been trying it out when we weren't around, it was at a different facility. Hidden somewhere but again hacking into and finding the information was child's play. They couldn't find willing subjects, so they used homeless. No one missed them and when people did look, it went nowhere. The police gave up quickly and easily. Humanity was disgusting. The weapon actually made the living dead. Real life zombies. Not dead but living, no mind except the most basic of needs. Food. They still slept, or more collapsed when exhausted. Still defecated themselves. Still were alive in the most base sense of the word. But like rabid animals they attack. They were hoping to harness this, mindless killing machines. Unlike horror movies those they kill don't come back. If they die, they are dead. As for the "cure" it was even more bizarre. 70% also became the living dead. Another 10% percent died. 15% seemed to have no effects at all. But the last 5% is the most astonishing.
They leave humanity behind. It is never the same but they grow more powerful. One subject seems to be as strong as 5 men. Physically he looked the exact same but something on a cellular level had changed. Ones eyes became like a cat, able to see in almost perfect dark. Anothers bones seem to become unbreakable. Another does not seem to need to breath. Not sure how that helps him but they all seem to get unique features. Then there is patient 0. Even I could not hack into those files but whoever it is, it is under very heavy guard. I am not sure where they are held, part of me wanted to free them. Instead I will change the world. Erase the terrible world we created and bring a new one. I knew what I had to do. First I went to the airport. Purchased a cheap domestic ticket but in the entry did what I wanted to do and released it. Much harder than I thought, but poured a bit of both serums in a vent. The air will be recycled and blown through out. I am not sure how well this will work. It spreads like the normal flu but unsure about an incubation period. So I do not know when or where symptoms will show up. I took the weapon serum next to the bar that the drunk that killed my family had drank at that awful night. It was easy to pour it into the ice tray. It is a den of scum, always being investigated and I was happy to do it. I treated a truck stop the same way as the airport. It was easy to wipe both on gas pump handles. I was a bit sad a kindly old man grab the weapon handle first. I had seen him give some coins to a pan handler. But I vowed to not let it bother me. The last was a grocery store. This time it was just the cure on the produce. On discount day, for maximum affect. Now my work is done, I have holidays booked but I will simply be watching the TV. I am quite sure I am infected. How could I not be. This will be emailed once I see the panic start, if not a hard copy will be on my desk at home. If I am gone I want the world to know, this is my master piece. I am not sure who will survive, if humanity will actually live on. Maybe from ashes we will be reborn. Maybe not, I can die in peace with either. A cleansing fire on a world that needs it.
So there it is, a very rough draft.... My dilemma, comic or written out. Would take any feedback people have. Here or on my twitter or anywhere else you may be able to contact me.
The world may look back at me as a monster, if the world can look back at all. Or if they have any wisdom they will look back at me as a hero. The person who pushed reset on a terrible world that needed it. Humans were gifted beyond all creatures, to think, to build and create but what did we do? We mastered war and death. For every leap forward we made, we figured another way to slaughter ourselves. We have killed each other over race, religion, sexuality, gender and on and on. Until we didn't even remember why we started killing each other in the first place. The further we came,the farther we strayed. I don't mean from a god figure, I am a being of science but from decency and intelligence, kindness and compassion. People no longer care about others, but how many likes or views the get on social media. Doing dumber and more dangerous things, making foolish idiots popular and mass media is raising all our kids. The worlds wealth is hoarded at the top while billions of people struggle on. I was once blind but now I see through it all.
Science wasn't allowed in my childhood home, I think that is why I went after it so vigorously in college. I knew prayer couldn't actually cure people, I wanted to create medicines, make the world a better place. For years I believed we were doing good work in the lab. I was told it could cure humanity. Right down to the cellular level. Kill diseases, build healthier people. I should have questioned why not work on making people be healthier. More active and not pouring billions into fast food, instead I work away trying to make a better human. I should have known it would become a weapon. Many years ago we were so close to having a cure for cancer, then funding vanished. As did our research. I should have known there is no profit in a healthy world, but I ignored it. The world wasn't that bad. They wouldn't keep people sick just to make money. Just as fast as funding vanished the government hired us. A new lab, in a covert building. No one would guess a book store had a high tech lab under it. We worked from there on a new serum, we were told it was to make people better. Stronger, faster, smarter. That it could better humanity. If we did it right it could even be used on sick and injured. Maybe it could have saved my family, had we made it years ago. So I dove into it whole heartedly. They started a second group with our notes, kept us separate. Claimed it was for science better to not mix results. I am not sure why I started to worry then, but I dug deeper. They were trying to do the opposite. Maybe they plan to help some humans but more so it was a weapon. Destroy humans, make them less than human. I knew then I had enough. I started my plot over a year ago. I couldn't just steal the serums. Too much security. We worked in a government lab, not permitted to take anything out. Searched daily and made to change clothes. I had work it out to look like water, we were permitted our bottles in and out. A simpleminded mistake, smuggled out when a simple guard was on duty. Funny even sexuality can be weaponized.
I wondered for days what to do with it. Even if I destroyed this amount they could still make more, I started to think I had wasted my time taking it out. I also wanted to see what the finished product would do. I knew they had been trying it out when we weren't around, it was at a different facility. Hidden somewhere but again hacking into and finding the information was child's play. They couldn't find willing subjects, so they used homeless. No one missed them and when people did look, it went nowhere. The police gave up quickly and easily. Humanity was disgusting. The weapon actually made the living dead. Real life zombies. Not dead but living, no mind except the most basic of needs. Food. They still slept, or more collapsed when exhausted. Still defecated themselves. Still were alive in the most base sense of the word. But like rabid animals they attack. They were hoping to harness this, mindless killing machines. Unlike horror movies those they kill don't come back. If they die, they are dead. As for the "cure" it was even more bizarre. 70% also became the living dead. Another 10% percent died. 15% seemed to have no effects at all. But the last 5% is the most astonishing.
They leave humanity behind. It is never the same but they grow more powerful. One subject seems to be as strong as 5 men. Physically he looked the exact same but something on a cellular level had changed. Ones eyes became like a cat, able to see in almost perfect dark. Anothers bones seem to become unbreakable. Another does not seem to need to breath. Not sure how that helps him but they all seem to get unique features. Then there is patient 0. Even I could not hack into those files but whoever it is, it is under very heavy guard. I am not sure where they are held, part of me wanted to free them. Instead I will change the world. Erase the terrible world we created and bring a new one. I knew what I had to do. First I went to the airport. Purchased a cheap domestic ticket but in the entry did what I wanted to do and released it. Much harder than I thought, but poured a bit of both serums in a vent. The air will be recycled and blown through out. I am not sure how well this will work. It spreads like the normal flu but unsure about an incubation period. So I do not know when or where symptoms will show up. I took the weapon serum next to the bar that the drunk that killed my family had drank at that awful night. It was easy to pour it into the ice tray. It is a den of scum, always being investigated and I was happy to do it. I treated a truck stop the same way as the airport. It was easy to wipe both on gas pump handles. I was a bit sad a kindly old man grab the weapon handle first. I had seen him give some coins to a pan handler. But I vowed to not let it bother me. The last was a grocery store. This time it was just the cure on the produce. On discount day, for maximum affect. Now my work is done, I have holidays booked but I will simply be watching the TV. I am quite sure I am infected. How could I not be. This will be emailed once I see the panic start, if not a hard copy will be on my desk at home. If I am gone I want the world to know, this is my master piece. I am not sure who will survive, if humanity will actually live on. Maybe from ashes we will be reborn. Maybe not, I can die in peace with either. A cleansing fire on a world that needs it.
So there it is, a very rough draft.... My dilemma, comic or written out. Would take any feedback people have. Here or on my twitter or anywhere else you may be able to contact me.
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