It's been approximately 24 hours since we lost control over the continent. It was sudden and quick, but its effects will probably be felt for decades, if not centuries, now. Due to this single event, life as we know it will no longer be the same.
Let me give you a timeline of the event. At 11:41 PM (Eastern), it began. We can't give you details on how it began. We can't even tell you where it began. Mostly because... we don't know. People like me, normal agents, don't know hardly anything about this event; except for the basic fact that it, indeed, happened.
At 11:42 PM, every single captive we had in custody screamed in unison. The ones who were able to, looked up towards the ceiling, and collapsed to their knees. Most of them cried as it happened. A few of them were stricken with sudden heart attacks and died.
At 11:50 PM, several of our agents began to report suspicious events from all over the country. Random explosions, strange bursts of super cell storms, increased incidents of miscellaneous crime, a sudden snowstorm in California, disappearances all over the country... the list goes on and on.
At midnight, a central office of ours was eradicated. A sudden, unknown force decimated it, and now all that's left of it is in ashes. There were only a few casualties, if that's even a good thing to take note of.
At 1:00 AM, and this one hits a little close to home, the New Jersey branch of the Lonely Hearts organization was broken into, after a mysterious blast caused considerable damage to the interior of the building. In the ensuing chaos, an incredibly vital.... "thing" disappeared. Once this thing was gone, all bets were off, and our forces were then anticipating the worst.
At 2:00 AM, our radios went completely silent. As in, everything went silent.There wasn't even any static. At about 2:10 AM, a soft murmur could be heard on all channels. This murmur increased in volume, and morphed into the sound of many children crying. As the cries increased, their intensity did as well, and soon the voices seemed to be screaming and sobbing in horror. At 2:20, the noise was almost deafening. At 2:22, the voices ceased, and the radios became silent again.
At 3:00 AM, we received a message from one of our enemies. The message was delivered through a messenger. We were told "It's time to burn." That was all they had to tell us, just four words. And yet, these four words were enough to convince us, for a short amount of time, that we were about to experience full-on war. However, as far as we can tell a day later, this was not the case. Which worries us.
At 4:00 AM, I was involved in a shootout in southern California. I was with a team of 14. 9 were killed, 2 were greatly wounded, and 1 defected to the other side. The shootout lasted until 4:17 AM.
Until 4:44 AM, it seemed chaos had spread across the entire United States. Violence increased into a continuous crescendo of destruction and disappearance. Until 4:44 AM, it really seemed like we were on the verge of the world being overtaken, and its inner balance being forever destroyed. When the clocks struck 4:44, everything stopped.
This event has been named "The Exordium" by our organization. We are still dealing with its immediate consequences. We are on the equivalent of "DEFCON 1." Most if not all of our forces are deployed, and many of them are engaged in battle at this very minute.
The barrier between Them and You has been destroyed. I don't know if we can salvage it again. This is why I'm blogging. No more hiding behind a screen. No more of this bullshit. If I can save any of you, I'm going to just have to risk it.
Monsters are real, and they aren't hiding under beds any longer. They're out in the streets now.
And it's my job to stop them.