User blog:Lily8763cp/Random Story - Zombie Journal 2 - Discoveries

I know people are probably wondering why I haven't made a story lately, and it's simple. I've been doing something else with most of my time (and drama is happening right there so I've been trying to escape that) and the last story I tried to start, I ran out of ideas.

It's about time I make another one of these.

Journal
7/3/2017

He finally let me read the entry he kept talking to me about today in his journal. First thing I notice is that he has the year wrong. Of course. They are barely taught the date properly.

But it's funny. A while ago, I would've avoided a journal talking about "lost memories" or the such, calling it madness or that the person got infected by propaganda. But everything that has happened lately...I've gotten curious. I've been spending a long time looking into the pasts. Ever since two months ago. I've just been trying to keep it a secret.

Me.

Someone who has visibly showed hatred towards humans, who is making weapons and plans just to destroy them all, now has an interest in them. Well. More of our memories as them. It's confusing, even for me.

Everyone would go nuts if they found out.

Well...other than Foot Soldier of course. I told him everything that I was planning on doing. And it was there that we agreed to keep it our little secret.

7/7/2017

I have finally decided.

I am going to check the lab of the man I call my father.

I remember opening my eyes on this lab table, with nothing in my head. I remembered nothing. I had no memories. But then he leaned over and told me I was his son, and that he was happy I was ok, and I believed him. I had no memories, I had no way to tell if he was lying to me or not.

But I've helped bring zombies to life with him now. I know things most zombies don't know. There's a switch. It's pretty much tied up, but it's some sort of...memory switch. It's always off. I have the feeling my father...no...Brainstorm. He and the boss were lying to me. All as an excuse to...

No. I need to not come up with theories yet. I need to read it myself.

I walked over to the entrance to his lab. I got the password to his lab from the Hover-Goat. When I asked him, he seems more than happy to write it down for me. Don't know why. But I typed it in. "Z0mb13". Not that creative, but I guess if you told someone, they'd type it as "Zombie" and get it incorrect. But the doors opened up, and I once again walked in there. I don't want to make noise.

The first thing that I noticed was a huge machine. I was confused at first, until I noticed a few zombies forcefully set asleep in tubes. It's probably how he uses Eureka. But by it on a table, there was a journal of his own. There was two. A "experiment" journal and his personal one. Of course, I grabbed the personal one and ran.

7/8/2017

In my room, I opened the personal journal, and started to read it. From the start. Of course, there wasn't much, just how he and the boss decided to start trying to bring the dead to life. Then it got interesting.

They apparently had to get people to test it on themselves, because they couldn't get bodies from the local Graveyard. They lured people in, and found ways to...simply put, kill them. Then, they put their bodies on this table, and used the device they use to this day to bring them to life.

I somewhat expected as much but...no matter. I had to keep reading.

It took a bit, but I saw it. An entry that was written as followed "Today, as we looked into a lab to find more humans to use for our testings, I saw someone. I felt differently about him than the others. Quickly, I told the zombies with me to kill everyone but him, I want to at least see what happens if I take him the way he is, and don't bother to change him. His intelligence, his hairstyle. He'd make a perfect son. Yes, he's a teenager, and I'm fairly sure one of his parents are working here, I mean, why else would he be alone but still. Maybe I can make him forget that."

...that...that is interesting.

I put a bookmark and shut the book. I'll finish it later. I need to take it in, and I have work to do anyways. I...I can't get distracted.

7/9/2017

It took a bit, but I got myself to open the journal again.

I read it, and it stated on how despite how hard he tried, the boy refused to call him their father, and how they clearly disliked being there. No signs of abuse but certain things were clear. The Boss was a little annoyed, and despite their attempted "brainwashing", the guy was "too old" and knew the truth. And somehow, the journal got more and more surprising.

"Today, I showed him the blueprints of weapon I was working on, and a few parts. I hadn't even started on it yet, and I asked him to work on it. For the first time, he seems pleased with me, as he quickly grabbed it, and said he'd work on it." Somehow, that part got to me.

Ugh. So many zombies give me weird looks if I change their weapon a little bit. It's usually all improvements, but they still give me nasty looks, like they've grown attached to it or something. Though if I let them fix it or make it themselves...then they're happy. I never understood it.

The journal's next few pages were full of how the boy would eventually treat him like a father, and how they're the perfect son. It's sort of creepy. I'm glad he got over that. After skipping 4 pages full of that, I got to another part about the weapon. About how he showed them what they did to it, easily taking down a few dummies. Even they looked surprised apparently.

Ugh. My head keeps hurting as I keep reading. Especially this part. I try to avoid the pain but...I need to rest again. I have no idea how Foot Soldier could do stuff like this casually, yet here I am, having to hold onto my head every like, 3 minutes while reading.

7/11/2017

I had to stop myself from reading it yesterday. I got weird dreams. I've been up since 1 in the morning, because I woke up from one. I feel even more like a zombie than usual, like I could just faint at a moment's notice.

I never understood the dreams, but they're trying to tell me something. The dream I had last night was about making my Goo Blaster. It wasn't improving it like I remember, it was looking at blueprints, and making the whole thing from scratch.

I didn't do that. I...don't think I did. No matter. I had to keep reading. It seemed all fine until about 3 pages from where I stopped before.

"I walked into his room. At first, I didn't see him. I called him by his name, then son, but he never responded. Then I walked in a little further and I noticed it. The Goo Blaster I took from him, somehow he got his hands back on it, and it was on the ground...next to where he was laying. I have no idea what happened."

"First thing I did was walk over to my colleague with his body in my arms. Knowing him, and how annoyed he was, maybe he did it. But no, he looked...shocked. Luckily, there was nothing coming out of him, just force. Maybe if I try hard enough, I can..."

I shut it. I heard someone knocking. There was no way they could know I had this. I quickly threw it into an open box and closed it, then opened the door. Speak of the devil, it was dad.

"H...hey dad" I said. I was really nervous.

"Do you know where my journals are?" was the very first thing he asked me. Took him 5 days to notice. I quickly shock my head no. Then he just glared and said "I have cameras in my lab you know."

Dang it. Busted. "But why didn't you come over sooner?" I asked. Dad blushed and told me "I just noticed now. Nothing happened to write about for the past week until now. Had to check the footage, and I was surprised to see you of all people stealing it."

I started blushing myself. I should've known he had working cameras in there. Now I've been busted in the most embarrassing way. Though I guess being caught while reading the journal would've been worse.

I shamefully walked over to the box and took the journal out...forgetting I had a bookmark in there, and, without noticing, showed it right to his face.

"I don't remember a bookmark in this. Were you reading my personal journal?" he then asked sternly.

I turned even redder, slapped myself, then tried to quickly remove the bookmark, just to rip part of the bookmark off, to the point that I couldn't take it out without opening the journal. I'll admit it, I screamed.

He was getting angrier and angrier, I thought he was going to "explode" with angry and start getting a lecture to me, but he instead gave me an angry look, then sighed. He opened it up and took the bookmark out. "When I saw you took the book, I expected you to reach there." It was quiet, I could barely hear it, but I knew what he said, and asked him what he meant.

"Son...tomorrow, I'll tell you all I've held back from you. Partly because of *ahem* "the boss" and partly because of my own selfishness. I hope you'll forgive me when I tell you." was all dad said, in a quiet tone. He then whispered another sorry, and left.

I was shocked. I didn't expect that at all. I just looked down at myself, then decided to leave my room and introduce myself to the new zombies.

It's nothing important to write about, but of course, dad was there too, and it felt really tense. It was to the point that for the first time, we introduced ourselves separately, and didn't do it together. Hoat, I still don't get that name choice, noticed, and asked me what was wrong. I just looked at him and told him I was fine. No need to worry anyone about me...

7/12/2017

Dad walked in today like he said he would. He sat on the bed next to me. "You do know you're lucky to have a bed right?" and I shook my head yes. I know most of the zombie troops don't get them. Only commanders and other important zombies get those. It was clear he was trying to make it less tense before he talked to me.

He took a deep breath and patted me on the back. Then he started speaking "You know, I'm just as nervous as you are. And this is all probably because I didn't tell you for so long." I shook my head in agreement. "So." he started. "You read the part about how that boy...well...teenager. It's been 9 years now. It's clear we don't age, so I guess we'll stay in our ages forever and...I need to tell you this clearly, sorry that I keep trying to change the topic."

It was clear this was hard for him. I felt like I knew what he was trying to say. "Dad. Don't beat around the bush." I started to say. "You're trying to tell me that kid. The one you "adopted" by kidnapping and trying to raise as a son, then died mysteriously. They're me, aren't they?"

He stopped speaking. He just stared at me looking really upset, so I decided to keep talking myself. "I remember having a quick dream, that woke me up last night, where I felt something touching me, and then I did...something, and the dream ended like that. A quick...thing then..." then he quickly put his arms around me. I felt him crying. I've never seen him like this. I...I didn't know what to do.

"Oh, you're starting to remember, aren't you? Oh my dear child. I...I held this back because if you knew everything, I feared you'd try to "defeat" me and my colleague. I...I would've killed you and treated you like a normal zombie but you felt different to me, and I couldn't do it." he was saying. It was hard to tell due to his crying, but I think that was what he was saying. He was worried I would cause a rebellion. I mean, he brainwashed me to think...no, I...

It's been a few hours since then, when we both hugged and he left a bit later, saying that he thinks I'd need a moment. It's just been a huge bombshell on everything I knew and thought. I knew I wasn't always a zombie. No, humans die and become us. But...that way. Getting kidnapped and my death? My death that I forgot? The thing most remember and I didn't? It's clear that after being told I was his son, my mind hid my own true human fact then away from me. That I...I can't even write it down. I feel horrible.

I'm finishing this entry. Enough.

7/20/17

It's been more than a week since I've written in here. I didn't think it was that long. But yeah, still under shock, still well. Either way, I've hidden it well, I've only had five people ask me if I was ok and ten say I've been acting weird! Good enough.

Well. I want to write one more thing today. If anyone does what I did and steal this journal, especially a human or plant, I guess I will sign who I am. I mean, if you somehow didn't read the first page that has my signature. And well...I guess from all of this, I have to pull a "Foot Soldier" and do that.

If you did that, you should know that I am the 2nd in command, higher than my father yes, for my intelligence and "undying loyalty"...though that being questioned. I am the one who helps Science attack prematurely. I am the one that has crafted many inventions for my fellow zombies.

I am the zombie you humans and plants call Scientist. This is all I'm writing on the topic for now.

Notes/Trivia

 * The whole "July 11th" thing that mentions how Brainstorm had nothing to write down until that day referring to PvZH's update was completely unintentional when I put that down. I did notice and made a full reference to it though, it's just something funny I wanted to mention.
 * Yes, my "canon" is that Scientist is the (adopted) "son" of Professor Brainstorm.
 * I do plan on making more of the GW Saga soon. Can't guarantee it, but I really want to "finish" it soon.

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