PASTOR WEBB SIGHTING

The following is a transcript of a radio broadcast received at Falcon Rock on Thursday, June 10, 2010. The techs say it was an old-style HF ham radio signal, and with no call sign, it’s difficult to determine its origin after the fact.

What we do know is that the speaker is male, older, has a slight Boston accent, and he’s injured.

BEGIN TRANSCRIPT

“… at least a month, so we thought it was safe. We thought, maybe, they had finally starved or just rotted or I don’t know what. And then, seeing this guy, Pastor Webb, just walking down the middle of the street, not even carrying a gun, just holding hands with this woman… this woman, I’ve never seen anyone who looked like that… I mean, she was perfect… [STATIC]

… see anyone these days, we’re all awful, haunted maybe, like we’re in a war… we are at war… but this woman with Webb… I started to cry, because… because it was like it was a year ago, and people had clean clothes and women wore make up and everything was… I don’t know… normal. And this woman... it was as if she’d come through everything untouched. Like none of this had ever happened to her. I cried, you know. She was that [STATIC]

… and the Pastor, he waved back, and he smiled and I ran to him and asked him what he thought he was doing just walking in the middle of the road and he laughed, like I was the crazy one, and he patted my rifle and told me I didn’t need it anymore, that it was over, that it was all over. And the way he said it, he believed it, and I believed it, too. I wanted to [STATIC]

… asked me if I’d like to pray with him, to give thanks, and… it’d been such a long time – a long time – since I had [STATIC] right there, right there in the middle of that road, I put down my rifle… I put down my rifle… I hadn’t been out in the open for months without having my finger on the trigger, looking all around [STATIC]

… she was carrying my gun. Sort of odd, I thought, but okay. I can [STATIC]

… back, knowing what I know, what I shoulda known then… she didn’t pray with me and the Pastor. She didn’t laugh when he did. Just kept looking at me. I shoulda known [STATIC]

… seen any of his videos, but he said it didn’t matter. Asked me if I had seen anything else on the Internet – except he called it something else – and I said what was the point? Phones, television, none of that stuff works. Well, GPS still does. But I never thought to keep checking the Internet after it went down. Day Eight maybe. Can’t remember. But he just kept saying it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore except it was over. That should have [STATIC]

… his church, but it was this tent in a parking lot. A big tent with a generator truck and like a newsvan set-up with a tall antenna coming up from the roof – Action News Live at 11 – that sort of thing. And there were these three other people near the entrance and… this is so wrong… they were like Ruth, the Pastor’s wife – that’s who the woman was. But these other three – two guys, another woman – it was like nothing had happened to them, either. The guys were young, coulda been models back before. Same for the other woman. I mean, different from Ruth, but still perfect. Can’t believe I didn’t figure it out. At least get nervous or [STATIC]

… wants me to go into his church, the tent. Says he’s about to start his service, wants me to meet all the others who travel with him. And I can tell the tent is full, you know. It was dark inside, but I could see the chairs on the inside, they were all filled. Maybe fifty people… a hundred. Lots, anyway.

Stupid thing is, that’s when I got nervous. Not because I thought anything was wrong, but because… I just hadn’t seen that many people in one place for so long. It felt strange. So, I sort of stopped, and Pastor Webb, he gave me that smile and I guess he didn’t know why I stopped because he said that’s all right – don’t mind the smell. Nothing to [STATIC]

… the generator. I could smell the diesel fumes. Nothing wrong with that. And then I got a whiff of what the Pastor meant. This other smell. Damp, like something in a basement, maybe. Funky. I mean, it wasn’t like the way they smell. For the first couple of days after they turn, you can smell their stink a mile away. Then it sort of fades and, if you get close enough, they just sort of smell dry, like old leather, old bones. But [STATIC]

… my arm, and I pulled away. I can hear okay out here, I said. And I told Ruth I wanted my rifle back. But the Pastor, he tells me I don’t need it. There’s nothing to be afraid of. So I say what’s it going to hurt if they give me back my rifle and I don’t use it? And Webb, he sort of smiles at his wife, you know, and sort of shrugs, and then she, she looks over at the tent, at the three others there by the entrance, and it’s like she’s just about to say something to them, but she doesn’t say anything. And then the three of them, they all look back at her like she did say something, and they start coming for me. And I’d seen that sort of thing before, the way one of them would see something or hear something and then the next thing you know they’d all see it or hear it like they can read each others’ minds and that’s when it hit me that Ruth, this beautiful perfect woman, and that other beautiful perfect woman and those two handsome perfect guys, they were just like the things I’d been fighting for months. They just looked different, not a mark on any [STATIC]

… the rifle away from her and just kept running and I could hear them coming after me and I looked back and that’s when I saw the others spilling out of the tent, the other kind, all gray and shriveled and bits of them torn off and then they all stopped and they all turned their heads at the same time and saw me. Me. I ran for the generator truck because I thought maybe I could get behind it, out of sight, and maybe, I thought, I could fire into the generator, make it explode or something. And I was running so fast and so [STATIC]

… was sickening… from over there, between the buildings. I don’t know what to call it. Some kind of pile or mound, for sure, maybe ten, twelve feet high, twenty, twenty-five feet across, and just bodies. Reeking. Their kind of bodies, already been dead weeks and months and covered with some kind of fungus it looked like. And even worse, this fungal mound was moving, pulsating, like National Geographic movies of termite queens laying eggs, that’s what it looked like, rippling, sending out that smell. I nearly fell when I started to gag because of [STATIC]

… other side of it and they were dragging bodies, they were dragging their own kind to throw onto the mound. I [STATIC]

… reloaded and kept firing, jumped over this one lying twitching by the wall and when I got my balance, I was like ten feet away from the mound and I swear I saw something trying to get out of it, ripping at this yellow fungus membrane that was dripping with black. I don’t know. How do you describe something you’ve never seen before? Something that shouldn’t be? And all the time the Pastor and… his congregation I guess you’d call it… they’re still after me, trying to cut me off so I [STATIC]

… there’s blood on my leg where the smaller one had grabbed me, but it’s a bite. It’s a bite. And I know what that means, right? I mean, everyone knows what that means. Two hours is the fastest I ever saw anyone turn. It’s been eight … almost nine hours so far for me. Never heard anyone lasting longer than a day. So [STATIC]

… watch out for the Pastor, and I’ll keep saying it as long as I can. He’s working with them. Them and… whatever those other ones are. They look so… I don’t know, like angels… angels are perfect, right? Come to save us, the Pastor said. But from what? Not from him. I don’t know. Can’t see the dials [STATIC]

… the fungal mounds. Whatever that was inside trying to get out, it’s for sure the Pastor knows. So do his angels. My leg hurts. Can’t stop thinking about that woman… Ruth, I just cried when I saw her… made me remember last year… before… can’t… [STATIC]

END OF TRANSCRIPT

Cody here again. Usually, I wouldn’t upload anything like this without some sort of corroboration. But we know how the infection spreads. We know the range of incubation times. We know Pastor Webb has established what he calls a church. So a lot of what the man who made this transmission said is already corroborated.

But the rest of it? “Angels?” Infected that look healthy, even beautiful? A pulsating “fungal mound” of infected bodies? We know they collect their dead, but is this really what they’re doing with the bodies? Why? What else is in the mounds? And what’s the Pastor’s involvement?

We need your help, your thoughts and theories, and most importantly, your reports from the field. Have any of you out there seen any phenomena that in any way resemble what’s described in the transcript?

Early on, Dr. Cole raised the question that maybe they’re evolving. If what this transcript has to say is true, then it’s pretty clear that they are changing.

But the question remains: Into what?

I’ll have lots of reports from the field in the next upload. But this transcript is so important, I needed to get it out first and fast.

Watch out for the Pastor.

This isn’t over.

We’ll talk again.

CJ