The VaxLand Entries

The VaxLand Entries

Entry # 1: Ranting

Date: July 11th, 2033

Location: VaxLand / Zone 3

Level of infected: 33% within a 50mile radius

# Of Undead Jabbers: approx. 151

I swear! Today must be the best birthday ever! I cannot believe I found my journal! Yay! Then I found my Katanas AND my ammo stash!! Jackpot! Sheesh!... Now, if only I can find my mother’s heart-shaped locket necklace-- *Sigh* That would bring me more joy than slicing Undead Jabbers with my Katanas.

Oh well, I shall enjoy this moment! The feeling of just writing things down is pure excitement! Writing can literally be considered a luxury nowadays. I’m surprised that my handwriting is still legible. OMG I’m too excited!! I have so much nostalgia!! I cannot believe I am sitting at my art desk in my old art studio!!

WHAT A DREAM COME TRUE!!... ok, ok, be calm… *woosaa* … you still have a mission to execute.

Today is my 33rd birthday. (*Sidenote for readers: you better not be judging me while reading this, journaling has no age. --- Anyways…)

Today is my 33rd birthday! And I finally granted myself my ultimate wish. It took 5 fuckin years to get here, but shhhiit… I made it happen. I risked it for the biscuit for this journal that I am currently writing in! Seriously, this moment is beyond worthwhile! For the first time in 11 years, I can finally record my thoughts in written form without the concern of drone-bots scanning my thoughts for potential red flags.

It sucks I must do so much, for what seems to be so little. But in today’s world your thoughts can be your biggest enemy. In the middle of 2022, a new type of A.I emerges called Mother May Eye aka M.M.E. It started as a so-called friendly experiment to help hospitals with over exceedingly amounts of patients coming in. But later on we find out its main function was something called Pre-Cog Terrorist Prediction, or P.C.T.P for short. This technology has a fixed algorithm that measures and collects potential terroristic threats through specific brain waves in humans. These thought patterns are calculated unjustly, and yet everyone follows suit. The Promise Land Government (or P.L.G) and its “living jabbers” follow M.M.E like a God.

(Sidenote for reader: In 2025 the new Gods come… and not all jabbers are undead).

Anything M.M.E deems a red flag, you will be exiled to the VaxLand and turned into a member of the undead jabbers. This technology is far more superior than anything perceived before. What we saw 11 years ago aint shit! The Worldwide Government, better known as now “The Promise Land”, practically has M.M.E on auto pilot 27/7, 255 days a year… (Oh yeah, they change the time & year cycle too… *sighs* … I would be here all day writing to explain that… I will save it for another journal entry). But to simply put it, if you think of anything that is a potential threat to the new government, you will be exiled to the VaxLand— death is the better option honestly.

Freedom of speech does not exist… Freedom of the mind does not exist… ALL the freedoms we took for granted back then--- have officially became a fart in a windstorm… a turd pellet being flushed by tidal waves… Even a Zombie shitting on your face deems more respectable than our rights in today’s current society. And you wanna-know-whats even more bazar--- Than this shitty reality? —the people asked for it! They literally gave their freedoms away… freely, to have their “Promised Land.”

I tell you what, The Promise Land can suck my invisible 13-inch cock of Fuck You! These PLG pricks have me absolutely Fucked up and HAVE NO idea of the volcanic shit show coming their way!!! Aaaaahhh!

Oh! sorry! where are my manners! 😊

Hi there! I am Oni Jinn… I am sure you have been wondering whose journal you’re reading. So, I thought I would stop ranting for a second and address the reader, which is you. I bet you did not expect the awkward moment of being addressed by a fictional character huh? 😊 But what if I told you that everything your about to read in this journal is true. I’m sure your like, “yeah ok…sure whatever.” Blah, blah, blah … And well, I do not blame you for doubting such a thing. But I promise, if you continue reading, you will see my words becoming more of your reality than you would like. Maybe not as bad… Or it could be worse. It all depends on how many people can rise out of the program in time. There’s always something that can change… Like the fact, that the author of this wild story, finally found her inner love for writing again. And set little gems within my character to help the reader rise out of sleep. The author of this series did not write me out 13 years ago in my universe, she thought my story was too much to share--- But your reality has a better chance this time. The Author does not give two fucks in your current reality. That is why you are here now reading my journal. There are secrets hidden within these Vaxland Entries.

Ahhahaha…hehehe… Let me digress… I’m not here to scare you away or make you think the Author is a weirdo. I’m only kidding! Keep reading!! My adventures are FUN and exciting!! So, lets continue, shall we?!

The World as we knew it 13 years ago has vastly changed into a conundrum of bullshit in every direction you turn ever since the pandemic hit back in 2020. The earth is now divided into two major sections— “The VaxLand” & “The Promised Land.”

The VaxLand are the uninhabitable land masses populated by the infected. These land masses cover 65% of the world now. There are undead jabbers everywhere!! They stay in packs called hives (10 to a hive) --- and when they travel, it’s always in a mini horde, no less than 50.

One thing I wish was a reality—I wish they decided to adopt “The Walking Dead” zombies instead of the World War Z/ Resident Evil zombie-combo, with extra bonus features. Granted, we run into the slow shuffle zombies from time-to-time, but that totally depends on what zone you’re in. You see, the people who got the jab back when that pandemic hit, are now a part of The VaxLand population…

The V-Virus hit the world in silent deadly waves undetected… The. H.O [The Health Organization] [LOL, I crack myself up] had a very clever way to hide their agenda to depopulate the world.

*Side comment for reader-- Yeah, yeah, yeah, funny right? Conspiracy theory basics 101. But here’s a question for you. Have you ever taken into consideration as to why the Georgia Guide Stones were built? Do you know why it says to keep humanity under 500 million? And that’s the 1st bullet point on the guide stones. Why? *smh* Do your research…

Moving on…

The H.O created and manufactured a flu strain and then caused a faux worldwide pandemic. Then to add spice to your ass hole-- they created and pushed a vaccine called Vaxordye as “the cure.” These mofos literally played everyone and made the Vaccine into the real virus. What’s even more fucked up? —any company that manufactured the vaccine was to be protected by the legal system. Aint that some bullshit? So, you die or became an undead jabber and your family cannot sue the PLG. What kind of fuckboy legal system is that!?

People whose body rejected the vaccine once it came out, died off within the first year. The first wave of the V-Virus ONLY infected specific targeted hosts to start the depopulation agenda. The first to go were the young, the old, and those with comprised immune systems from their underlying health issues, which made it extremely hard to say whether it was the vaccine not. The world had no idea what was to come.

Now these undead Jabbers ugh! They are something-- you would think the brain is dead right? … NOPE not at all. This Vaxordye Vaccine is a living parasitic virus combo that connects to stem cells in the spinal column… and well literally it controls you. It still allows you to feel pain, excitement, sadness, etc. The parasite makes you think your still human and living as before. But whats even more fucked up-- those damn Gi5 towers that no one really paid attention to. *Smh* they send out waves that activate hordes of the jabbers. That’s rights… the PLG weaponized undead Jabbers. And to think things can’t get any worse, it does. The undead Jabbers are programmed to remember their family members and live out their undead lives in search for their family. Can you imagine? To finally see a family member for the first time in years, but you have to run for your life or they will kill you. How fucked up is that?

Like seriously what kind of sick ass, psycho ass, punk ass, scientist made this damn vax-virus. Oh, wait I got a clue… 2 names… ends with S…. starts with B. Yep that’s one of the ring leaders of this bullshit… and if you don’t get the hint now… don’t worry. His reptilian ass will be shown soon enough….

With all the excitement and nostalgia on her mind, Oni continued to drift into a deeper writing frenzy. Temporarily forgetting, she is sitting in a nest of Jabber zones; It only takes a few seconds for things to go wrong.

Oni suddenly stops writing in mid thought— she lifts her head and turns towards the door. She hears shuffling coming upstairs--- she knows it is a jabber approaching. Oni quietly closes her journal and puts it in her bag.

She quietly gets up to grab her katanas. While inching slowly to the door, she looks through cracked door to see the jabber walking upstairs.

Then something unexpected happens. A woman’s voice comes from the darkened hallway, “Oni my baby! is that you, are you in your art studio?”

Oni’s eyes widen, she recognizes that voice all too well.

“Oni baby! Is that you? I’ve missed you so much.”

Oni stays quite while looking through the crack of the door, she sees the jabber hit a pocket of light at the end of the hallway. Oni’s eyes widen once more as she sees the heart-shaped locket bling around the jabber’s neck!

To Be Continued…