Found on a convenience store wall, date unknown
Huntsville, Ala.
The first time I realized I wanted to kill someone, truly murder someone, was when I was fourteen. A woman on the street told me to move out of her way. At that time I felt something inside me. I wanted her to die. I wanted her to no longer exist. But I did not act on it.
I know all about the signs of a serial killer. The stories of pulling the wings off of flies, torturing small animals … This was not me. I never wanted to hurt other living creatures. My mind was focused on humans. They … well, I do not expect you to understand.
Or maybe you do now.
I never acted on it. There were no bodies in my basement. No disappearing hookers. I never struck a person in rage. I am not a violent person by nature.
Do you remember how long it took for them to finally tell us what we needed to do? How many hours, days even, did it take those all-knowing soldiers and leaders of society to tell us? Did they think we would not want to? Did they think we would not understand? I felt it. Before they told us I knew. I just waited for the order. Order. Command.
“Those infected are hostile individuals. Use any means to defend yourself, including lethal force.”
Lethal force.
Lethal force.
Lethal force.
Lethal force.
What a beautiful day that was.
Still, I did not act on it.
No. I waited. I wanted to know they were not lying. So I waited.
I watched as others around me began to take up arms against the hostiles. I watched as others began to use lethal force. I waited, and no one shouted murder.
NO ONE SHOUTED MURDER.
What a beautiful day that was.
And then I knew I could finally do it. I could finally start ridding myself of human beings. Since I had never done it, I watched others.
I saw a police officer hesitate to shoot an elderly woman. She slaughtered him.
I saw a wife hesitate clubbing her husband. He slaughtered her.
I saw a father hesitate to stab his child. She slaughtered him.
You must know what they did wrong.
Do not hesitate.
My first kill was perfect. An ax to the head. He never saw it coming.
My second kill was perfect. A knife through the base of the skull. She never saw it coming.
My third kill was perfect. One shot with a revolver. He never saw it coming.
My fourth kill. My fifth kill. My sixth kill. My seventh kill. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. 12, 13, 14, 15, 16 ….
I am not bragging.
I am just good at this.
I was meant to do this.
I go out several times a day. The hostiles seem to try to find me. Maybe they know I am their greatest threat. I had to create barricades. I have to kill them. I have to rid them. They try to find me and I have to make them go away.
There is no such thing as murder anymore.
If you are reading this it means two things. One, you are in my home.
Two, I have not seen you yet.
I want you to know something.
If I see you, I will not hesitate.
Tags: Robert Bernardi
damn….lol…. love it!
That’s intense.