An Excerpt from the Second Dark Age of Man

The Beginning of the Mass Death

By Lawrence Butts

Published October 9, 2033

Year 1 of the Vaccine Genocide (Part 1)

When all this craziness began back in 2020 and I made the decision to refuse the vaccine, I began (as best I could) to try to find out what the hell was going on. My “something is not right” alarm pushed me to learn as much as I could. So by the time 2024 arrived, I had a pretty good idea of what was happening with the “vaccine”.   I look back now and thank God I had my head screwed on straight. Because what was to come was completely beyond most people’s ability to understand…let alone deal with.

It first started at a hospital in Buffalo, New York. Reports started to come in from the alternative media that Mercy Hospital was being overwhelmed with Covid cases and people were dying of an extremely aggressive variant. The authorities and Big Pharma had been playing wack-a-mole with the new variants for some time. New variants would emerge that seemed to be able to infect the vaccinated in spite of the antibodies generated by the Spike Proteins in the vaccine. A new “vaccine booster” would be created to then provide the type of antibodies that would recognize the new variant and protect the vaccinated. The last “booster” was issued and injected into the vaccinated in September of 2023. It was tailored to protect against an obsolete variant from the Omicron class of sub-variants and therefore was worthless against the newer sub-variants that were at the time making the vaccinated sick. None of that seemed to matter to anyone. People “felt” protected and that was all that mattered. Except they weren’t protected at all.

Within a week, other hospitals in the Northeast started to become overwhelmed with a new deadly variant of the original virus. People were apparently dying as quickly as 5 to 7 days after showing symptoms. Nothing seemed to be able to even slow the progression of the virus, let alone stop it. The mainstream media reported little at first, as it began to happen. Then as it became harder and harder to not report about it, they started to give bits and pieces about what they believed was happening on the East Coast.  There was nothing to be alarmed about. The authorities had it under control. In spite of the rumors that the new variant was only making the vaccinated sick, the authorities assured the public that “everyone” was at risk from this new variant. This of course was a lie.

We began to hear reports of other deadly variants in other areas around the world. We didn’t know if it was spreading or if other variants were emerging that were similar but just as deadly.  It was just spreading too far and too fast to be the same virus that first emerged in Buffalo. It seemed like one of the variants at the time, which was infecting the vaccinated everywhere on the planet was perfectly suited to evolve into a superbug. We still to this day don’t know what happened.

Things started to get weird in my town.  You could feel it in the air. The sirens were wailing all the time and everyone seemed to be in a hurry. Things had been slowly ramping up to crazy for a long time. Two or three times a week, the obituary in our local paper was publishing notices of people who had “died suddenly”.  What was predicted to happen seemed to be happening. But this was different. What was different about it was it resembled the model that Geert Vanden Bossche¹ had talked about last year. Had an “immune escape” variant just emerged and was it now infecting and killing the vaccinated?

The media began to tell people not to leave their homes. The streets became empty. The stores and businesses closed. An unearthly hush descended on our town that was continually broken by the wail of ambulances shuttling the vaccinated to the hospital. And then it happened; the announcement was made that the hospital was full and could not accept any more patients. People were told to stay in their homes if they were sick. They were told they should wait until emergency services could get them to a doctor.

I contacted the unvaccinated that I knew and told them what I thought was happening. Online alternative media was confirming what I was saying; only the vaccinated were at risk from this new variant. The unvaccinated with undamaged immune systems were in no danger at all.  However, the vaccinated were completely unprotected from this new variant that apparently had evolved to evade the vaccine-induced immunity that they had acquired from the vaccine. They had no immunity at all to defend against it. They were essentially wide open for this virus to conduct its business; the business of killing its host. Even the best antivirals like Ivermectin could not stop it once they were infected.

Online information told us what was happening across the planet. Governments announced full-scale emergency lockdowns and activated their military forces to deal with any violence or looting. The new variant was moving through the vaccinated populations quickly. Nothing seemed to stop it.  It had evolved to be both highly contagious and deadly for the vaccinated.

So almost two and a half weeks after the first report of the deadly cases in Buffalo, I decided that it was time for me to leave my house and travel across town to my daughter's house.  We had been preparing everything we would need for us and our dogs to survive if anything crazy came our way.  Food, medicine, water, a solar system for power, guns, and ammo were all stored at her house.  I packed up what I needed in my truck, threw my dog in the back, and headed for her house. 

I saw a couple of military vehicles going the other way on the street that I took to my daughter’s house.  I waved to the soldiers in the vehicles (one Humvee and one truck). They waved back at me.  They were probably wondering why this crazy old bastard was on the road.  I just wanted to get to my daughter's house and the safety it would provide for me and my dog.  About a mile from my daughter's house, I came upon a police roadblock.  They were stopping and talking to everyone who approached it.  There were two cars stopped, so I got in line and waited.  After a few minutes, I pulled up to the two officers manning the roadblock.  The officer on the driver's side window said, "Where are you headed, sir?  You know the authorities are locking down everything because of this virus thing? You need to get home and off the road".  I just smiled at him, "Yes officer, that is where I am headed right now; to my daughter’s house that is right over there in the Hillcrest Subdivision".  The officer smiled back, "OK get over to your daughter's house and stay inside until this is over".  I presented a two-finger salute to the officer with a "will do" and drove away.  

I finally made it to my daughter's house.  She gave me a huge daughter hug after I came through the front door with my dog in tow.  "What is it like out there, Dad? Are they going crazy?"  As I petted her Cane Corso who was happy to see that Grandpa was home, "No not really…the police have a roadblock just down the road, it seems like everyone is locking themselves inside their houses… You know how obedient the sheep are… they are afraid and following orders."  She began petting Sasha with me, "None of my neighbors here have been out for quite a while or maybe I missed seeing them.  I think almost everyone here is vaccinated. So I think we can expect them to stay in their houses."  I glanced toward her 160-pound English Mastiff who was now trotting toward me, "Well you and I are not going to lock ourselves or our dogs in the house.  We will be going out every day.  We will be going out together and we will be carrying our firearms when we do.  Things could get ugly pretty quick considering the situation.”

We had enough of everything to survive for at least three months. Water for bathing and cleaning would be our first problem. But there was a good-sized lake about 100 yards away and we had all the water purification we would need to use it. So we were pretty much set up for a long lockdown, if necessary.  I had no idea what our neighbors would do. But at this point, I didn’t care. I was concerned only about our survival. We didn’t have the means to help anyone else.

We didn’t go out and away from the house for a few days. We stayed in the backyard of her house where we were hidden by her large pine trees from the prying eyes of the neighbors and could play with our dogs as much as we wanted to. We tried to forget about what was happening all around us. I stayed in contact with the couple of Pure Bloods that I knew. They seemed to be doing pretty well. I didn’t know how long this lockdown would last or what it would be like when it did finally end. Was this truly the “big one”?  How many of the vaccinated would be killed by this, if it was? Even though many of the vaccinated had undergone personality changes that had turned many of them into boneheads or assholes, I didn’t want any of them to die from this new variant. 

News from the alternative media was not good at all. Riots were taking place in the big cities. The National Guard was trying to restore order. There was looting, arson, and killings happening in all of the major cities in the United States.  Were the vaccinated losing their minds? Were unvaccinated criminals taking advantage of the situation to rob and kill indiscriminately?  All I knew was that I was glad we lived where we did and we were prepared to defend ourselves if necessary. 

I arrived at my daughter's house on a Monday and by Thursday, we were ready to go out with the dogs for a walk. Right next to her subdivision is a city-owned and maintained walking trail. It wound its way through the edge of town passing by a large apartment complex and a small strip mall; skirting by corn and bean fields that now lay barren and empty of crops. Candice had her Cane Corso and I had her English Mastiff on retractable leashes.  We were both armed. Candice had her 9mm and I had my 380. We were not to be messed with.  We both knew how to use our firearms and could accurately hit targets at 30 feet.

We started at 3 p.m. while the sun was still high in the sky. We needed to get the dogs out. Big dogs need to be exercised and these two dogs really needed to get out of the house and yard. I also wanted to get a feel for what was going on.  There was no one out at all.  We kind of expected this but it was still very weird.  Normally, there would be quite a few people out walking their dogs or just walking or jogging on the trail.  Besides being empty, the feeling we got was eerie.  It was not a pleasant feeling at all coming from the surrounding houses and apartments.  It was disturbing.  We tried to have a good time and even laughed a bit when Sookie (her Mastiff) got excited about a baby bunny in the grass.  I think she wanted to play with it…

The final leg of our walk took us past the apartment complex near the edge of the cornfield.  As we approached the first building we could see a couple of teenage boys on the balcony of one of the apartments.  As we neared the building one of the kids yelled at us, "Hey, do you guys have any food? We are hungry".  My hand went to the gun that was tucked in my pants.  "No we don't have any food," I yelled back.  They yelled back at us, "What do you feed your dogs? Can we have some of that?” At that point, I was done with the conversation and turned to Candice, "It's time to pick up the pace and get home".  We were back at home in a few minutes. We were relieved to be back.  I turned on some classical music and Candice started making us dinner.  Our world was still intact and safe.

1. COVID-19 is still Spreading! What Now? - Geert Vanden Bossche looks forward https://www.youtube.com/live/UKDhjASd7ZE?feature=share