Gilbert VanAllen. What the hell happened to the man? I never liked Rochelle, but I had considered him to be a likeable and hardworking fellow, but when Rochelle was murdered, something changed in him. In only a short time, his behavior became more and more erratic, especially toward me. He had convinced himself I was the murderer and even had me tried in absentia. His behavior ultimately caused his ouster from office, but he was not done. The night after his ouster, he sabotaged Mount Weather and attempted to destroy everyone in it. All explanations for his actions died when he killed himself.
In continuation of Gilbert VanAllen, when he was implementing his sabotage actions, a horde of zeds attacked the compound. How did this happen? Was it a coincidence or did they somehow know about Gil and what he planned to do? Why did Gil say his dreams were coming true? He had to believe things were going his way, and yet he killed himself. Why?
Who killed Rochelle VanAllen and the three women with her? Despite some people’s beliefs, I had nothing to do with it. I asked Fred if he knew, he found the bodies after all, but all he would say is that it wasn’t him. The O’Malley brothers are still actively investigating the crime, but so far, they are reluctant to name any possible suspects. I do know the Fitzgeralds were the only known people who were on the road at the same time. Is it merely a coincidence or were they somehow involved? They have denied it, but if they are in fact the murder suspects, why did they do it?
The Chinese. Why are they on American soil and what is their mission? How could they amass enough people and resources to make the trek to America? Are there more out there? Are there people from other nations who are currently on American soil?
Speaking of the Chinese, many of the zeds who attacked Mount Weather were the Chinese soldiers that were originally spotted by Clay Fleming in Missouri. Was there something left over in their memories that compelled them to walk all the way to Mount Weather and attack it? Were they somehow in communication with Eve?
And finally, Eve. Previously known as Patient Eve. She and her fellow zeds are now living at Fort Detrick. I know why she wanted to have Fort Detrick; for the usage of the labs. The question is, why? Is there a zed in her group who was a scientist and has retained enough of their memory to utilize the labs? It has been suggested to me that I go up there and try to find out. I’ll get back to this in a minute.
Back to the current events at Mount Weather. After the funerals were conducted, William Rhinehart was to be inaugurated, but the most bizarre thing happened. He died of a heart attack before he could solemnly swear. As one might imagine, this led to a lot of problems and prevented me from leaving Mount Weather and going back to my family.
After much debate, which became spirited at times, it was decided to hold an open election. The normal procedural process to be eligible was waived and one simply declared themselves a candidate. Many people threw their name out there and began fervently politicking. The ballot boxes were collected and officially counted at nineteen hundred hours on New Year’s Eve. A team of ten of us, including yours truly, conducted the counting.
When the ballots were tallied, Robert Clark Duckworth Junior was the winner by a large margin. I was happy for the man and happy for Mount Weather. I think he’ll make a good president. He asked me to move back to Mount Weather and resume my role as Director of Operations. I am at odds with myself on this matter. I miss Mount Weather but am uncertain if this is the best thing for me.
I will close this journal with one final issue. Last night, after the post-election festivities, I slept in my suite, the one I lived in with my wife and kids. I thought I would dream of them. Instead, I dreamt of Eve. She was standing with her back to me, staring at a rusty steel plate that had been welded to a door. And then she would turn her head and stare back at me. It looked familiar, but I couldn’t place the location. It wasn’t until breakfast this morning that someone mentioned the steel plates that had been welded to the entry doors of the labs that I realized what I saw.
I know what she was trying to communicate to me - access to the labs. I still don’t know how she is able to communicate to me through my dreams. I don’t know a lot of things, but I’ve made a decision.
My team and I will be arriving at Fort Detrick in about ten minutes. Captain Smithson told me where the plasma torch is located, and I will be cutting the steel plates off the lab doors. Yes, I will be doing this for Eve.
The history books will decide if this is an appropriate act or if I’ve gone as crazy as Gil VanAllen.
Who the Hell is That? (Part 3)
“I’m telling you, if we can get them alone, we could do all kinds of nasty stuff to them,” Tory said to his brother.
“They sure didn’t hesitate to shoot us down earlier,” Tory grumbled. “If we can
