Bill 97

On December 04th, 2010, the unthinkable has occurred.  Bill 91, which legalizes the indiscriminate slaughter of victims of Z. Phasmatis, has been passed in legislation.

We have worked with the government for many years, cleaning up any misunderstandings and aiding in peaceful resolutions with our field agents.  This event has come as a shock to all of us involved, to say the least.

We mourn the death of security for our restless loved ones.  We can only imagine what trouble this will lead to in the future, as even without legislation, violence toward the restless ("Zombies" by popular media) has become a growing problem.  In at least one field operation witnessed by yours truly, an ailing husband was brutally slaughtered in front of his wife as he wailed in pain and suffering.

What right does anyone have to destroy the peace and well-being of any other, over fear and propaganda?  Little to nothing is known of Z. Phasmatis, but this much is clear: it is not the restless that are the monster.

The government are offering a "vaccine" against Z. Phasmatis.  I am beginning to wonder if this is not simply an attempt to garner fiscal returns on an otherwise dire situation.  "We can cure you," speaks our government, "for a fee."  I hear even this is being pushed into legislation-- that is, a non-free vaccine against a disease with no other symptom than reanimation is being pushed as mandatory for all citizens.

As if the government did not demand enough of our money go to large corporations, they take away our rights and demand our money, as if they have done something that deserves a reward.

As this year moves to an end, I hear Christmas carols that offer me little of the joy they once offered me as a child; I see the holiday cheer pushed on me at every turn, but this holiday season, I wonder about those who just want a peaceful end who may meet with an outpouring of violence.

Gone are the days when soldiers put down their arms for the holiday season... gone are the imperfect days of peace we once had, and I shudder to think what the floodgates will let loose.

A Valentine's Day Save

St. Valentine's Day is one of those controversial holidays.  Pictures of hearts and candy and kisses all flowing around, warmth and affection, or possible lonely bitterness, depending on how you wish to spend the holiday or your particular predisposition...

... but here at Z.E.D., we usually like to spend the holiday attempting the original intention of the holiday.  The office is not adorned in very much red tapestry; but when I heard that one of our officers was on a case of a couple, one newly suffering from the Z. Phasmatis disease, I had to investigate.

When I came to the situation, the officers were talking to the man in question.  He was extremely disoriented, and spoke in grunts.  The officer informed me that his wife had called us, terrified that she was married to a "zombie".  She wanted us to dispose of him as quickly as possible.

The officers' training kicked in at this point, and they attempted to discourage her from a hasty decision.  We realize that the disease is most traumatic for the survivors, as media brainwashing has enforced the image of the dangerous undead into our collective unconscious.  So, we took her by the hand and slowly brought her to see her husband, who instantly recognized her.  He immediately calmed down and gave her a pleading gaze, and she agreed that he was of no danger to her.

I watched as the officers went through the information she required in order to carefully take care of her husband until his second-death.  They gave her the option of a constant supervisor at her house, a trained security from our own offices who would ensure both her safety and his.  Everything ran like it should...

... until her husband tried to kiss her.  Disgusted by this, she screamed and ran away.  Instead of pursuing her, the husband looked at us, grabbed a pen, and with a tear falling down his eye, attempted to sign the euthanasia papers...

It was at this point that something strange happened.  One of our officers began to cry himself.  I looked at him, startled by this display of emotion.  Our field officers have gained notoriety for being able to stoically deal with all situations, but with a few words he explained it all.  "My wife did the same thing."

He went into the living room and talked with the wife.  After awhile (a rather long while), they both came out crying.  She looked at me, smiled awkwardly.

"I've decided to sign him into your custody."  She walked over to him, kissed him on the forehead.  "I will visit you, but I need to remember you for who you once were, as well."  She nodded to our officer, and we immediately started the appropriate paperwork.

The field officer looked content, even if red-eyed.  In this field, we attempt to be unbiased, scientifically cold and calculated.  I myself have found myself more drawn to statistics and numbers than human beings, as I have devoted myself more and more to the cause, but this situation reminded me that not everything can be explained without bias, not everything has a number associated with it or a cold-hard logic...

Some things you just feel.  In those two yesterday, I saw love-- true love.  And it is not with a Hallmark card that it was displayed, not that there would have been anything wrong if it had been expressed that way... but it was just... in the room.  It was just there, you could feel it under your skin.

When I returned home, my wife was sleeping.  When I kissed her, I felt her waken slightly, and as she shifted in bed, wrapped her arms around me, buried her head in my chest... I felt blessed, and understood why we devote a day of every year just in celebration of this wonderful emotion.

I hope all of you had a great Valentine's Day

A Special Case

 Our head office works tightly with the field officers, not only to create the annual report and to collect data, but also because the field officers give us insight into Z. Phasmatis and how we can treat sufferers humanely.

Humanity is not what it once was; that is the general sentiment.  "Wasn't there a time when we didn't kill everything and everyone that got in our way?" That question seems to be asked many times, and I cannot come up with an answer.  Maybe there was.  Or maybe we just became more efficient, death and destruction being built into our hearts.

I'd like to think, however, that there is hope for how we treat each other.  The word "humane" brings about an image of hope and support; to act 'humanely' is to act with warm regard for the existence of another creature, to act with respect and dignity toward another being.

So, when one of our field officers shows strong desire to act humanely, we feel the need to encourage them, and thank them from the bottom of our hearts on behalf of all of humanity.  The more people act with humanity, the more faith can be restored in our species.

So it is with great sorrow that I write this report.  A few days ago, Field Officer Daniel Lavesques was shot by a police officer who believed Daniel had become infected while protecting a "Zombie".

Daniel had shown great humanity by protecting his fellow living being, and he will be greatly missed.